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J & MADISON
J
This scene takes place between Slay and Sassy Christmas.
Ikilled the engine of my bike and waited for Madison to hop off before I joined her on the footpath. Watching as she smoothed her dress, I raked my gaze over her body. Fuck, my wife turned me on more today than when we met and more than the day we married. I’d never imagined it possible for a woman to get better looking as she aged but Madison did. Tonight, she wore a sexy little black dress that, as far as I was concerned, barely covered anything. It dipped at her cleavage to tease me with her breasts, it exposed her back, and only just covered the top of her ass in the way it hung. We were spending the night at Layla’s bar for some special event she was holding, but I was fairly sure Madison and I wouldn’t make it through the entire night. I was fairly fucking sure my dick wouldn’t last that long.
“Are we going inside or are we going to stand out here all night while you fuck me with your eyes?” she asked, her lips twitching with a grin.
I moved closer to her and pulled her to me. Running my hand over her ass, I growled, “We could blow tonight off. I could take you home and get my dick out.”
She arched into me, her hands coming to my chest. “God J, you can’t get me worked up before we’re about to walk into a charity event I’m helping run, because all I want to do now is?—”
I cut her off. If I allowed her to continue that statement, I’d be putting her on the back of my bike and taking her home. “You thinkI’mthe one gettingyouworked up here? I’m not the one wearing a dress that clings to my tits and ass, causing my husband’s dick to lose its shit.”
As I took a step away from her, she grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back. Kissing me, she said, “I love you, Jason Reilly.” Her voice was all breathy and her eyes sparkled, and God fucking help me, it only made me want her more. Christ, I was going to be in pain all night.
When she let me go, I said, “What the fuck did I do to deserve that, because whatever it was, I’m gonna do more of it.”
Shaking her head and laughing at me, she said, “You were just you. Honest and dirty. Just the way I love you.”
“I’ll make a mental note to keep that shit up,” I muttered as I put my arm around her shoulders and walked her inside.
“J, you don’t even have to make a mental note to do that. Dirty is your middle name, and I’m sure that even if you end up with dementia you’ll still be slinging filthy words at me because it’s stamped in your DNA.”
I chuckled. She had a point, but fuck, she brought it out in me.
The humidity of the November night was left behind as we were ushered inside Layla’s air-conditioned bar by the security Blade had organised for the night. Jess met us inside with an offer of champagne but Madison turned her down, as did I.Tonight I needed something stronger. It’d been a long, hard week and I needed something that would take the edge off.
“What do you think?” Madison asked as she surveyed the bar.
“You girls did a great job,” I murmured into her ear so she could hear me over the noise of the crowd. She’d helped Layla organise tonight and it looked like it was going to be a successful event if the number of people in attendance was anything to go by.
“I hope we raise a lot tonight.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, but while I hoped that, I was under no illusion it would even come close to helping the people they were trying to help.
She narrowed her eyes on me. “You don’t believe in this, do you?” she challenged me, and I groaned. Not because it wasn’t true, but rather, because I hated getting into this with her.
“We just think differently,” I said, willing her not to go there with me tonight.
Madison wasn’t one to walk away from a discussion though. “So you don’t think we should even try to help the homeless?” she asked, her eyes flashing more challenge at me. I loved my woman, and I really loved it when she got passionate about something. I just didn’t like being the one on the receiving end of it.
“That’s not what I’m saying. I love that your heart is big enough to want to help people you don’t even know, and I think it’s a good cause, but it’s such a widespread problem that stems from issues that run deeper than simply not having a roof over their head and food in their belly. Society needs to make some pretty big fucking changes to tackle this problem, so while I believe in what you’re doing, I don’t want to see you discouraged when your efforts hardly scratch the surface.” Jesus, I needed a drink even more now. I scrubbed my hand over my face asI waited for her response because if I knew my wife well, shewouldhave something more to say.
She stared at me, silent, with no response for once. And then a smile spread across her face and she stood on her tiptoes to brush a kiss over my lips. “I’ll say it again, I love you, Jason Reilly.”
I raised my brows. “Fuck, that’s all you’ve got? You’re not going to tell me how many homeless people are on the street tonight or some other fact?” She’d been throwing facts at me for weeks now about the state of our homeless in Australia.
Shaking her head, she said, “No, I love that you’ve thought about this and I love how you look out for me and worry for me. And while I agree with what you said, I’ll just say one more thing and then I promise we’re done with this conversation for tonight.” She paused for a moment and I silently cheered for the end of this discussion. “We’ve got to start somewhere. If we all keep ignoring problems, they only get worse. So, yeah, we might only begin to scratch the surface, but even if we only help one person, that’s enough for me.” Her eyes shimmered with emotion and her voice wobbled a little, and that hit me in the gut. I was a lucky man to be married to this woman.
“Yeah, baby,” I said softly, “you’re right.”
Our eyes locked and the moment became ours; even amongst the noise of the crowd and the beat of the music, this moment existed only for us.
Fuck.
