She chokes on a laugh. “Sorry. I guess I’m not thinking straight after you…”
“After I what?”
She covers her face with her hands. “I can’t say it.”
“Mads, did I?—”
“Turn me on? Yes, yes you did… and my underwear are ruined.”
I turn to look at her, taking a deep, steadying breath as I do. “Mads, I’m begging you to stop talking like that, unless you want me to sit here with a hard-on in front of the entire Cove team.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Wait…are you serious? Are you hard right now thinking about book porn?”
This girl has no idea what she’s doing to me. The truth is, I am so wrapped up in Madeline Ashcroft, it’s hard to think straight. “No, Mads, I’m hard thinking about the mess in your underwear.”
“Jesse. I think you just made it worse.”
“Stop being a bad girl,” I say, shifting in my seat. “If you don’t stop, there is going to be a problem in my pants, and it will be all your fault.”
“And what if I don’t stop?” she says, teeth digging into her bottom lip.
I stare at her, stunned, heat pooling low and hard and impossible to ignore behind the zipper of my pants. I press my finger to her bottom lip to pry the flesh free. Her eyes lock on mine and there is zero restraint left in me. I ignore the fact that I’m at a fucking staff party in Ford’s backyard and I crush my lips to Madeline’s in a searing hot kiss.
I pull back, cupping her cheek in my hand.
“Mads…fuck… I need you to meet me in the bathroom, the one in the basement next to the theatre room or I’m going to strip you out of your clothes right here on this couch and fuck you. I’ll be right there.”
“Are you sure? We won’t get caught?” she breathes.
“I’m positive. Now go. I need to be inside you.”
She looks at me for a second longer, then stands up, smoothing her black dress down before she turns and quickly walks toward the house. I stay here for a minute a little stunned, the imprint of her mouth still burning against mine.
When she disappears into the house, I drag in a steadying breath and try to make myself look halfway normal rearranging my dick in my pants, running a hand through my hair, and forcing my pulse to calm the hell down. I follow her into the house,looking around to make sure nobody is paying attention. The last thing I need is anyone from Cove knowing what we are about to do. Whatever happens next in that bathroom is between her and me.
I slip past the guests who are still lingering over dessert and nightcaps, too busy to notice me escape down the stairs to the basement. When I reach the bathroom, I push the door open gently and see Madeline leaning against the counter. She meets my eyes as I reach behind me and lock the door.
“Do you have a thing for sneaky bathroom sex?” she asks.
“Only if it’s you I’m being sneaky with,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt until I’m shrugging out of it and tossing it to the floor. “Now, take off your dress.”
TWENTY-FOUR
Jesse
Madeline inhales sharply and reaches for the thin straps of her dress, sliding them off her shoulders and down her arms until the fabric slips to her waist, barely clinging to her hips. My heartbeat kicks up. She’s not wearing a bra and her tits are exposed, her nipples pebbled. I want to know if she’s soaked through her panties, if the fabric is clinging to her center.
I take a slow step toward her, then another, until her back meets the counter. I hook my fingers into the fabric at her waist, watching her entire body tremble as I drag the dress over her hips and down her thighs. When I get the fabric to her ankles, she threads her hands through my hair to balance herself as she steps out of it.
Standing, I take one breast in my hand, licking the stiff peak and sucking it into my mouth. Then I do the same to the other one, licking and kneading. She grips the strands of my hair at the root as I squeeze her ass. It’s feral and desperate. The time we spent on the couch outside together was agonizing foreplay.
“Take off my pants, Mads. I need them off.” It isn’t acommand so much as a rough, helpless plea, but she heard exactly what I meant. Her hands move immediately, unfastening my belt, sliding my zipper down and then easing my pants past my hips in one frenzied motion.
Her eyes lift to meet mine from where she’s on her knees at my feet, and if I wasn’t holding onto the counter, I’m pretty sure I’d fall to the floor.
I cup her jaw, my thumb sweeping her cheek, and I pull her up to me. “That’s my good girl.” Her entire body shivers. “Now let me see if you’re wet for me.”
“I told you I am.” Her eyes flutter closed when I reach down between us and run a finger through her slit. It’s warm and slick and she grinds down on my hand when I toy with her clit. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re soaked.”
