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“I’m fine,” I blurt. Please don’t let him realize what I’m doing. He can’t see Jayce’s window from where my door is. Tempering my voice with annoyance, I shift so I’m facing over the back of the chaise and continue, “I was looking at the stars, relaxing.”
Feigning a glance outside, my sights catch on Jayce standing squarely in his window. This can’t be happening.
“Hmm, didn’t know you liked to do that.” My dad steps into my room, extending his hand and my phone. “You left this downstairs.”
No. No. No. I can’t let him come over.
“Set it on my dresser.” I point to the other side of the door. “Thanks, Dad. Catch you in the morning.”
He follows my cue—problem one solved.
“You know. It’s nice having you home and getting to spend quality time with you. I love you, Madi.”
“Love you too, Dad.” I don’t have time for a trip down memory lane or correcting him that I don’t want to use that nickname anymore. And I don’t dare look out the window.
“You worked hard this week. You deserve some R and R. I’m proud of you.”
Maybe not if you knew what you just interrupted. My stomach is in knots waiting as he steps out and closes the door. Darkness cloaks my room once again.
A second passes before I turn to the window. Nothing could prepare me for what I see. Jayce is waiting for me. Exactly the way I imagined in my fantasies—his hands braced on either side of the window.
I draw a slow breath. He must have seen me. He can’t see me now. What do I do?
Do I want to find out how a real man treats a woman?
Three
Jayce
Ineedtogetmy head straight, which is clearly not happening since I’m jacking off to the remnant of another dream about Madison before I roll myself into the shower. That’s four times in the eight hours since she broke me.
She knew Brett wasn’t home. The only light in the house was for the room I was in. The room I can best see her bedroom window from. No matter how I try to spin what I saw, she was masturbating while watching me.
My balls tighten and my cock reminds me that my hand is a sorry substitute for the only thing I’ve wanted the last few years.
Does my son’s ex-girlfriend have a thing for me too? I’m way too old. Besides, I’ve always been married to my job, which is why my wife left long ago. I have to give her credit though, she stuck with me until I made enough she could walk away and be financially sound. Brett used to go back and forth between our houses when she lived over the hill, but when she got remarried and moved across the country, he stayed with me, even though we didn’t get along great.
I assumed Madison was his reason for staying, but finding out he was cheating on her makes that questionable. Why didn’t he break up with her like he told me he had? Why treat someone like that? Especially someone so…Madison.
She’s smart, beautiful, and has a wicked innocence. And as of Monday night, I can add having an excellent right hook to her list of attributes. Didn’t see that one coming, not that she’s timid, she has a fiery side, but it’s always been tempered by how sweet and kind she is.
Now that she’s single, I want her more than ever.
Gripping my cock, stroking faster, I recall her minty scent, so subtle I’d only caught hints of it before. Never let myself get close enough. But three nights ago, for a few precious seconds, I held her in my hands and pulled her body into mine, unable to stop myself from protecting her.
That’s when my delusions started. I would have bet my life that her expression shifted from hurt and anger at my son to the desire to be protected and cared for. I’d even convinced myself that she wanted it from me.
As my mind drifts back to last night, her head dropped back, neck exposed, hand in her pants, I blow my load into the sheets.
The maid is coming today, but this is too much to leave for her. I’ll throw these in the washer. Won’t I appear helpful.
Moving through another day, questioning my ability to ensure my company remains maximally profitable, the question remains… If Madison wasn’t thinking of me, why did she have her curtains open?
I make it through another day only because the clock never stops. I’ve wasted most of it sitting in my office wondering how the hell I can explain to Madison how badly I need her. I can’t even explain it to myself.
Elijah, the CEO I’m working on a merger with is supposed to come over to my house tonight. He’d been at my house the night all hell broke loose. Reasonably, it made him uncomfortable, so he’d left early, leaving me to sort shit out with my son.
Luckily, we’re good for tonight. We’ve been meeting a minimum of every Friday night for a few weeks, on the verge of clenching a huge deal. But my craving to see Madison again clouds my judgment. I pull up his number on my phone, ready to cancel.
