No lines.
No underwear.
Just two hard muscles he’d used to fuck me into oblivion.
I licked my dry lips.
Then he turned.
Even flaccid, the outline of his dick was damn impressive.
“Good morning. I see you’re hungry,” Maddox said, wiggling his eyebrows with exaggerated lecherous intent.
“Famished,” I replied, stepping closer and rubbing my hand over his chest through the thick cotton of his shirt.
My gaze drifted downward just in time to see his cock begin to push outward against the fabric.
He groaned.
“No. Food first. But quickly,” he said, grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the couch before depositing me onto it.
By the time I blinked, he had already vanished back into the kitchen.
I leaned back into the cushions, listening to the quiet clatter of pans and utensils while the smell of breakfast drifted through the room. My stomach growled embarrassingly loud, but the warmth spreading through the house made me smile. It felt… normal. Domestic in a way I’d never really experienced before.
I watched as he moved rapidly around the kitchen, flipping something in the pan, reaching for a plate, grabbing the kettle without even looking. He worked with an easy confidence, like this was just another part of his routine.
Moments later he returned and presented me with a slate-grey plate loaded with food.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the small bunch of ripe vine tomatoes nestled beside fluffy eggs and crisp bacon slices. The toast was still warm, butter slowly melting into the surface. A side of avocado and mushrooms sat neatly arranged, sprinkled with cracked black pepper.
Steam curled gently upward.
It looked almost too good to eat.
“You’re the perfect man,” I said, taking the plate from him.
He grinned at that, the corners of his mouth tugging upward before he turned back toward the kitchen to get his own food.
I lifted my fork and cut into the eggs, letting out a quiet sound of appreciation as I took the first bite. It was so good I practically swallowed it without chewing.
“I’ll need to thank your mum,” I added casually.
There was a pause.
Then the barrage of curses that erupted from the kitchen made me burst out laughing.
Chapter 28
Maddox
Eight Months Later
I saw her the moment I stepped into the lobby.
The thick red curls spilling over the collar of her long black coat drew my eye instantly, a familiar beacon in the crowded space. I pushed through the revolving door, abandoning it halfway through as soon as I spotted her properly.
Some things were worth breaking stride for.
