I can hear her moans in the back of my mind, tempting me.
The worst parts of the day are when I have to see Steve. Luckily, we only encounter each other passingly, both of us busy with our own tasks. But when we do speak, I feel like the biggest jackass in the world.
But I can’t tell him until I’ve talked about it with Madelyn.
A voice hisses in my mind. Is that why you’ve arranged such a fancy date? Just to talk?
I push it down. After how Madelyn and I left things yesterday, Steve interrupting our video sex, I decided that I wouldn’t try anything with her until we figured out what to do. And yet the thought of seeing her, all dressed up for our date, makes me salivate, my hands clenched into fists, the tension inexorable.
Finally, at five-thirty, I’m able to cut out and ride the private elevator down to the parking lot.
I climb behind the wheel of my Genesis G80, my hands tight around the steering wheel for a moment, feeling like I’m being torn right down the middle.
One half of me wants to text her and call off the date. The other can’t even imagine doing that. And, really, the first half is full of shit. Every fiber of my being needs her.
I just know I should steer clear.
When I check my phone, I’ve got my answer. I have a text from Maddie, waiting, and I smile. At least, it feels like a smile. I wonder if I’ve finally broken out of my resting prick face syndrome.
Hey, are we still on for later? Just checking.
I text her back telling her yes, despite my doubts.
After I’ve sent the text, I realize that there were no doubts, to begin with. I could never question if I wanted to be with my Maddie, only admit that there’s going to be some difficulties with Steve.
But as far as my primal need to possess her is concerned, doubting is impossible. She belongs to me.
I feel it with every breath, every heartbeat, my certainty only growing the more time I spend apart from her.
I wait outside her apartment, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel. My body tries to force me out of the Genesis and into her apartment.
But I fight the need to kick down the front door and run up the stairs, hammering on her door until she’s opened it, finishing in reality what we started on the video call.
“Fucking hell,” I growl when I spot her walking toward me.
She’s wearing a black and silver dress that hugs her body, cut high at the neck to cover her cleavage, falling down to her knees. It’s not that she’s showing a lot of skin. That isn’t what sets my blood boiling and the wolf inside howling.
It's the way the dress hugs onto her curvy shape, highlighting all the best parts of her. Her hips have never looked shapelier, her legs in the black tights begging to be touched, squeezed, owned.
Her hair is in waves down to her shoulders and, as she gets closer, I see that she’s not wearing any makeup.
It makes her look innocent, the perfect young woman to start my future with.
Stepping from the car, I approach her with shaky steps. I can’t help it. The pressure is building inside of me, threatening to erupt as my cock throbs in my dress pants.
“Maxton,” she whispers, a look of wariness in her eyes.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her, grabbing onto her hips and pulling her close, fusing our bodies together.
“Really?” she asks, skeptical.
Her fingers claw onto my back, digging through the fabric of my shirt. I had to take my suit jacket off in the car when thoughts of her had me sweating.
“Don’t sound so unsure.” I lean down, brushing my lips against her cheek. “I didn’t think it was possible to want you more. But in that dress… Fucking hell, Maddie.”
She giggles, and then cuts off when I stamp my mouth over hers. I kiss her forcefully, letting her feel how difficult it is for me to hold myself back. She whimpers in that sexy way, which ignites even more hunger inside of me.
But then she falters, breaking off the kiss. Her cheeks a rosy red.
“Do you think we should be doing this here?” she whispers.
Fuck.
As crazy as it is, I completely forgot about Steve for a second. The sight of her looking so curvy – so ready to be flooded with my seed – made it impossible to think about anything else.
“You’re right,” I admit, even if it pains me. “But I mean it. You’re perfect, Maddie.”
I walk over to the passenger seat and gesture her inside, offering a smirk. “I’ll try and be good for the rest of the evening.”
“Who said I want you to be good, huh?” she says.