Page 121 of Breakaway Hearts

Her chest rises and falls quickly, letting me know she’s as turned on as I am. She’s not wearing anything the least bit provocative, she’s just…her.

Finally, she turns to give me her back and I join her, kissing the column of her neck as she grips the side of my desk. I run my hands down her arms to the top of her jeans, as she switches from rubbing her ass against my erection to pressing her pussy into my hand.

I unbutton her jeans and slip a finger inside, finding her wet, so I pump in and out a few times, circling her clit to get her ready. She presses her lips together to stop her moans, which is a shame, but we have company.

Madison reaches for my buttons and fumbles a bit before giving up, assuming I know what she wants, but he’s not coming out until I give her at least one orgasm.

I grind my dick against her ass while my fingers pump inside of her. She moans louder until she’s coming on my fingers, and I have to capture her lips with mine so the guys won’t hear her scream.

She turns and I lift her onto my desk, shimmying her pants down while she releases me from my jeans and gives me a good tug that almost has me coming right there.

“Fuck,” I say, reaching into the drawer for a condom, pushing in as soon as it’s on, unable to stop myself from kissing her and that look of ecstasy on her face before I’m pounding into her, her nails leaving marks on my skin. She tightens around me, and I barely hold on long enough for her release before I’m coming too, hard, and I’m wondering who’s fucking idea it was to invite anyone other than Madison for dinner.

“Thank you,” Madison tells me, still trying to catch her breath.

“Anytime,” I assure her.

I love the laugh she gives me, but I’m so serious.

“Not enough booty calls?” she teases.

“Honestly, I want more of everything with you,” I admit, regretting it when she freezes, her entire body tensing, but it’s the truth.

“That’s…”

“Mads—”

She pulls away and angrily buttons up her jeans.

“I told you.” She glares at me. “I knew friends was a bad idea.”

I’m not sure which one of us she’s talking to. My first instinct is to take it back, to stick to the status quo, but I press instead.

“What are you so afraid of, Mads? I like you.” I pause and she groans like it’s the worst thing she’s ever heard. “I know you like me.” While she looks like she wants to deny it, she doesn’t. “Why don’t we try this?”

I reach for her hand, but she pulls away.

“I can’t.”

It’s the tears in her eyes that have me pulling back, even as they make me want to push.

“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me, Madison. If that’s just sex, fine, forget I said anything. But I wanted you to know where I stand.” She looks so torn about which of a thousand things to yell at me. “Just think about it, okay? No pressure.”

I kiss her on the forehead, then head back downstairs, telling myself I’m giving her space, not fleeing from her decision. But I’m afraid no will mean nothing, not nothing more than we already have.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Madison

Not a victim

“Itake it you didn’t enjoy Team Dinner?” Savannah asks me as I aggressively attack the pads she’s holding. I think I’m still precise and controlled, but there was more than one ‘ouf!’ I quickly apologized for.

“It was fine,” I say through gritted teeth. “Food was delicious.”

“And Owen?”

“He’s an asshole.”