“How are you feeling, babe?”
Her fingers rake through my hair, tugging to untie my mask; she lost hers in the limo a while ago. “That’s better.”
“Madeline.”
“The drinks haven’t impaired my judgment. I am coherent and know exactly what I am doing.”
“Good.”
I open the freezer, grab a frozen carrot I soaked in bone broth, and toss it to Skye, knowing it will distract her long enough for us to be alone. Then I spin back toward Maddie, and in one movement, she’s up and over my shoulder, fireman style.
“Ah. Nate!” Her laugh vibrates her ass, begging for it to be spanked as I run up the steps to the loft, securing the gate so Skye won’t barge in on us when she’s done. “You’re going to kill us both on these stairs.”
“I’m fit as fuck, Mads. I could run a marathon with you like this.”
In this position, she has the same angle to my ass, so she slaps it in return. “Who knew you were so cocky?”
I ease her down my body, inch by inch, until every line of her presses flush against mine. My cock jerks hard against her stomach, and I wink when her breath catches. “Thatis cocky.”
She smirks, and I can feel my restraint slipping.
Go. Fucking. Slow.
But the dress,despite being breathtaking, does need to go.
“I’ve missed you, Mads,” I breathe against her neck, dipping my mouth along her collarbone, following the trail of goose bumps down to the swell of her breasts.
A soft moan slides through her parted lips, and her head tips back, surrendering herself to me.
Knowing she feels everything I do only stirs what’s been locked up inside for all these years.
I step forward, causing her arms to fly up and grab my shoulders while easing her back until her legs hit the bed. She pushes up on her tippy-toes to kiss me, but I spin her quickly enough that she falls forward on her stomach with a soft bounce onto the mattress.
Maddie turns her head; her shocked expression is expected, but she’s still wordless, letting me play out every fantasy.
My hand rests over the zipper. “May I?”
Her brows arch in surprise. “Really?”
“I’m a gentleman.” Shrugging my shoulders, chuckling.
She scoffs into the mattress. I slap her ass again lightly. “What was that?”
Her head lifts enough for me to see that her gaze is alight with fire as it rakes over my body. “I said the bedroom is the one place you’ve never been a gentleman.”
My mouth lowers to her ear, my breath hot on her skin. “Don’t test me, Madeline. My restraint is already hanging by a thread.”
She tilts her ass back into me, grinding against the hard length straining my zipper. “Don’t hold back for my sake.”
My palms cling to her hips in an effort to stop her, but when she rolls her body into mine with that sexy, deliberate motion again, I break, hauling her flush against me.
Fuck, this feels too good, and by the loud moan that tears from the depths of my soul, everyone in the city will know how good.
Goddammit.
She knows exactly how to break me.
Fully clothed, I continuously rut against her, tightening my grip as pleasure builds. My head snaps, like I’m the fucking exorcist, and before I know it, Maddie is mimicking the euphoric movement, rolling her hips with urgency.
