“Yeah, I could imagine,” Lennox says.
We then pivot and chat about our families and our friends.
I guess the “friends” talk prompts him to mention that he’s hosting a small gathering this Saturday night.
“Nothing too wild,” he says, then shrugs. “I could be wrong, though. It may turn out to be bigger than I’m anticipating. That always seems to happen with my parties. But, in any case, would you want to come?”
“I would.” I sigh. “But I have plans with Claire to see a movie that night.”
Excitedly, he says, “That’s actually perfect. I’ll be inviting Easton and her. You could just come over with them.” He smiles at me mischievously. “This way, you can come to the party, and they’ll never suspect we actually know each other and that you were invited.”
“Oooh, I love it.” I giggle. “I think it’ll work too. I’m sure Claire will want to come to the party instead of going to the movie, so when she calls to change our plans, I guarantee she’ll ask me to come along. She won’t leave me hanging or blow me off. Of course, I’ll say yes, I’d love to go to the party.”
“You better come,” he warns with a teasing sparkle in his eyes.
“I will,” I assure him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I rub my hands together, adding excitedly, “Oh my goodness, this is going to be so much fun.”
I mean a lot by that—getting to know him, exploring our attraction, and keeping it a secret from everyone, particularly Claire and Easton. It’s going to be a blast.
“It is,” he agrees. And then he says, “Damn, Madison, we’re so bad.”
I nod. “We are.”
Scooting down the sofa closer to me, he rasps, “And you know what else is bad, Ms. Ellery?”
Oh my God, he is so freaking hot right now. I think I might die. My heart is racing, and my face feels warm. The way this man is suddenly affecting me, just by sitting so close, is wild.
“What?” I squeak out.
Reaching forward, he tucks a wayward strand of my hair behind my ear.
Then, with his thumb gently stroking my cheek, he says, “The naughty things I’m fantasizing about doing to you right now, gorgeous.”
Oh. My. God.
Leaning my cheek into his hand, I peer up into his lust-filled eyes and say, “Then maybe you should stop thinking about those things and get down to doing them.”
Okay, it’s official—Madison Ellery is truly my dream girl. She’s beautiful, she’s fun, we can talk, she’s witty, and best of all, she’s just like me.
When she says, “Then maybe you should stop thinking about those things and get down to doing them,” I just about fall in love.
But when I lean in and our lips meet in what becomes one of the best kisses I’ve ever had, I actually do fall for her.
Okay, maybe I don’t fall in love, like, for real, but I’m definitely in fucking lust.
And damn, from what she’s doing right now, so is she.
With no hesitation, Madison is climbing onto my lap and straddling me.
Yeah, this is good.
Immediately, she starts grinding down onto my cock, which is now hard as fuck and straining at my jeans. All while we’re still kissing each other madly and passionately.
I knew we would be great like this.
Our chemistry is fucking insane.
I feel the heat of her pussy through her panties as her skirt rides up. That thin undergarment and my stupid jeans and boxers, of course, are the only things between us.
