Shit. We’re not using a condom. But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. By the looks of her head thrown back, her nails digging into my chest, and her back slightly arched, Gabi doesn’t want to, either. And frankly, you couldn’t pay me a million dollars right now to stop. I know the pull-out method is something sixteen-year-old Maddox would think is okay, but it’s going to have to work for twenty-four-year-old Maddox, too, because wild horses couldn’t take me away.
I let my hands travel up her body, each of them cupping her tits as she continues riding me. It’s a beautiful sight to see, between how wet she is, how fucking hot she looks, and how I’ve been hard all night for this woman, I fear this is going to end sooner than I want it to.
“Fuck… Gabi…” I grit out, letting my hands grip her hips again. “I’m going to?—”
“Yes… me too…” she agrees, her hands now moving back to grip my thighs. “Make me come, Maddox. Please.”
The desperate plea on her lips and the feeling of her body tightening on me sends me into a blackout. I feel her orgasm on my cock. I feel her tightening around me. And before I know it, I’m spilling into her as she screams my name for all of Nashville to hear.
I don’t pull out. I don’t even try. Because this is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever experienced, and I’ll ask for forgiveness later.
CHAPTER 18
GABI
I’m not quite sure what’s happening right now, but either my vibrator has found its way to my coffee table and has somehow turned itself on, or there’s an earthquake that’s only shaking my living room furniture.
I pop one eye open, not wanting to fully wake up from the much-needed nap that I took after work, to see my cell phone traveling across the table because it’s vibrating so much.
That makes much more sense than a traveling, self-powering, vibrator.
I pick it up—still groggy from the kind of nap that makes you think you’ve missed the school bus—to see a host of missed texts and calls.
Maddox
I’m here.
Gabi, everything okay? I’m here with the pizza.
Gabrielle. Answer your phone.
I’m calling. Pick up.
I see your car. Are you okay? Have you been kidnapped? Also, if this is the kidnappers, where have you taken my Gabrielle?
Gabi seriously, you have three seconds to answer your phone or I’m calling for a wellness check.
As he said he would, my phone starts buzzing in my hand with an incoming call from Maddox.
“Hey, sorry. I?—”
“Oh my God you’re alive!” he screams out, and even though I’m in a second-floor apartment, I’m pretty sure I heard him in the parking lot. “Okay, come and let me in. I need to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Come on up,” I say as I toss the throw blanket off me and slowly stand up from the couch, but almost fall back over because my body is so tired.
Shit, I thought the nap would help. I never sleep when I come home from the bakery. There’s only a few hours of awake time for me that I can get things done around my apartment. But today I was exhausted. I actually don’t remember the last time Iwasn’ttired. And I didn’t want to be tired for Maddox’s and my date tonight that’s consisting of pizza, puzzles, and another few episodes of the dragon show we started binging when I stayed at his house last weekend.
But judging by the way I’m wobbly when I walk, the fog that refuses to leave my brain, and feeling completely off kilter, date night might need to be rescheduled in favor of me getting a full ten hours of sleep.
Busy is the new normal of the bakery. I used to wake up at four in the morning, but now that’s my arrival time. I’ve been staying later than normal to be able to prep everything I possibly can for the next day so I don’t have to come in at three.I really need to hire a second baker, but for some reason, my belief that I can do it all myself is stopping me. Which is why I’m running myself into the ground. Between my now-booming business and starting whatever this is with Maddox, I don’t feel like I’ve stopped in days. Apparently today is the day my body said “enough” and is forcing me to sleep.
When I open the door, I smile as my sleepy eyes take in Maddox. He’s holding a pizza and a Lego set in one hand and a twelve-pack of Coke Zero in the other.
“Thank God you’re alive.”
“You’re dramatic, you know that right?” I say as I take the pizza and Legos from him, moving in to kiss his cheek. “Come in. Sorry I didn’t pick up. I was taking a n?—”
I’ve barely had the pizza in my hand for five seconds, but as soon as the aroma hits me, I nearly drop it.
