Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
My fingers flexed on the bare skin of his hips, digging into the sides of his ass. “Still waiting for you to pull out and fuck off home,” I teased through panting breaths.
Maddox’s eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared. “Said I wasn’t leaving.”
My body arched as he changed the angle and hit just the right spot where burn and bliss tangled together. “Ah, fuck!”
He thrust into me relentlessly until I was just on the brink of coming, and then he pulled out.
And shoved me onto my front before fucking into me again. And again. Shoving my knees up under me until my ass was in the air and my face was against the cool sheets.
All I could think, with my single remaining functioning brain cell, was that this was too good for me to ever give up. Maddox had said he wouldn’t leave… but how the hell was I supposed to walk away when my time in Legacy was through?
#ICouldGetUsedToThis #FuckingFinally #FinallyFucking
14
#STAYORGO
MADDOX
The hot squeeze of Adrian’s body was a drugging lure, tempting me far off the path I’d sworn to take—the one that would keep me away from the temptation of him. Keep things professional.
Keep me fucking sane.
“Please.”
His broken voice was catnip. I wanted to crack his impossibly perfect veneer wide open, learn every facet of the man I’d glimpsed beneath. Because that man—the real Adrian—was warm, and funny, and endlessly fascinating. And he’d crawled under my walls despite my best efforts to keep him out.
I gripped the back of his neck while I drove into him from behind. The taut muscles of his back and shoulders bunched as his large hands gripped the sheets.
Why did it feel so good? Why was this guy, of all the people I’d hooked up with over the years, the one who made me lose control?
He should have been nobody to me. Nothing. Quick as a blink, he’d be leaving Legacy, and I’d be a speck in his rearview mirror as he sped the hell away. Falling for him was a trap I knew to avoid.
But here I was.
I’d reached for the forbidden fruit hanging full and juicy from a high branch like I was new at this. Like I hadn’t already learned my lesson. Like I didn’t know what it felt like to be left behind… and to lose a part of myself in the process.
Adrian reached back and clutched my hand, pulling me out of my dark thoughts. He wove our fingers together and held tight, forcing me to focus on the present. “Gonna make me come, Maddie,” he breathed. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I moved our joined hands under his chest as I leaned down, pressing the front of my body along his hot back. My hips continued to roll, slower now, as I held him tight. My nose brushed the back of his ear.
“You going to come for me, pretty boy?” I murmured, smiling against my will at the joy I felt in hearing him lose control.
“Fucking asshole.” He let out a gasp as I hit just the right spot. “Oh god. Right there.”
With his face in the sheets, he moved his other hand to his cock and began stroking.
I focused on keeping him on the knife’s edge. “Feel so fucking incredible. Tight. Hot. Fuck.” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he was doing to me, but I also couldn’t be bothered censoring myself.
Being inside him was intoxicating. I wanted more, needed more. I didn’t want it to end. Ever. And the idea that this could be my last time with him, should be my last time with him, made me even more desperate.
Adrian’s fingers tightened around mine. He pressed our joined hands against the center of his chest and held them there, and I clenched my teeth against the conflicting feelings I was having.
Raw possession. This man is mine.
The pull of my impending orgasm. It feels so fucking good.
And the deceptive temptation to imagine these feelings could last. It’s just sex, Sullivan. Stop imagining more.
But I couldn’t stop. Because now that I had him, I imagined what it would be like to keep him. To slip back into his body whenever I wanted. To hear him break apart. To provoke him and tease him and accept him until his mask fell away for good.
“Come for me, dammit,” I growled.
I needed this to be over. I needed to run. To get as far away from this temptation as possible. To reinforce my walls, build them deeper and higher, and keep these dangerous fantasies at bay.
I let go of his hand and moved my fingers to his hole, where I traced the edges of his sensitive rim, tugging the taut skin where our bodies connected.
That was all it took. His surprised cry vibrated from his body into my chest, setting off my own release and throwing all of my previous thoughts into the wind like scattered confetti shot from a cannon. I moved my hand back around to grasp his cock, and his warm release coated both of our fingers as I thrust deep inside of him one last time.