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Chapter 3


When I stumbled out of bed long after the sun had come up, Madden sat at the desk beside the picture window in the suite, working on his laptop. Instead of his usual suit, he had on dark grey silk bottoms and a black t-shirt.


From behind I could see his hair was disheveled and my fingers itched to run through it like I’d done last night. I tightened the tie on my robe and moved toward the table, already set with a silver coffeepot and a plate of pastries.


Mornings with Madden were unpredictable, as I’d learned this weekend. I had no idea which version of him would greet me today. Last night had felt different, more intimate, but it might have meant nothing but sex to him.


Everything from the night before seemed like it had been a dream, even the intrusion of Jacob and the fight between him and Madden.


But my throat was still sore and achy, so I knew it had been all too real.


I filled my cup and added some cream and sugar.


Just as I was picking out a pastry, arms came around me from behind. Madden pulled me back against his chest and ran his lips over the exposed skin on my neck. An immediate wash of goose bumps rushed over me and I moaned softly.


“Good morning,” he said between kisses. “Did you sleep well?”


I could hear the smile in his voice. He knew he’d exhausted me last night, since I’d slept so late.


“I think that was the deepest sleep of my life,” I grinned.


His dark chuckle turned my blood to warm honey. Don’t get used to this, a voice in my head warned, but I already knew that I very easily could. “Aren’t you working today?”


“A little. Here, I want you to see something.” He handed me his phone with a site already loaded.


Prince Charming saves his Princess.


There were several dark pictures of Madden cradling me to his chest as we left my motel room. So there had been a paparazzo taking pictures last night when Madden rescued me, just as I’d thought.


Further down the screen, there were more links to where the story had been shared. It seemed as if everyone was talking about it.


“You know what I think,” Madden said, pressing his lips against the side of my neck.


“That this is exactly the kind of story you’d hoped for?” I asked. “A story that the media would jump all over and forget…forget about anything else…” My voice faded as his hands touched my skin.


He pushed my robe off my shoulder then nipped at my bare skin. His silk covered erection pressed against my lower back. “I think we should give them what they want.” His hands followed the path of my hi**ps momentarily and then he slid the robe off my arms. He cupped my bre**asts and flicked his thumbs over my nipp**les.


My knees went weak and heat built between my legs.


“What do who want?” I’d forgotten what we were talking about.


One hand slid down my stomach and pulled the tie free and the robe fell to the floor. I pressed my hands flat on the glass top of the table and arched back. He was intoxicating and addictive and I craved his touch, even after overindulging in it last night. Already I couldn't get enough of him.


“This. The fairy tale,” Madden said in a low, seductive voice. “They want to see a real life Cinderella, so let’s show them one. I’d like to take you to breakfast, show you off to everyone. Give them what they want.”


His fingers danced over my back, traced my spine before dipping lower. I widened my legs and he slid his hand between them.


I’d have promised him the moon right this second if he asked.


“After I give you what you need,” he murmured. “God, you’re always so ready for me,” he murmured before sliding two fingers deep inside me.


I clenched around his fingers and threw back my head. It should have felt cold, him working me like this with only a hand on my back and one between my legs, but when I tilted my head and met his gaze, all I saw was fire.


I waited for him to move his fingers faster, begged him to with soft moans, but he stopped instead. His fingers slid free and he took a step back. When I turned around, his eyes were almost black.


“Go stand in front of the window and put your hands on the glass,” he commanded. For one second I thought that we had devolved into the night he tied my hands, when he turned cold and methodical. When I met his stare, all doubt fled. His jaw was clenched tight and the muscle there pulsed. He stood rock still watching me, uneven breath lifting his chest. The ridges of his co**ck were outlined in the straining thin material of his lounge pants.


He vibrated with barely contained control, and that’s when I knew.


He wanted me as much as I wanted him—maybe more, if such a thing was possible. His nostrils flared and his body thrummed like a coiled wire full of electricity.

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