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“You made it!” Rachel clucks, racing forward and embracing Madison in a tight hug.
“Mom!” Maddy exclaims, the embarrassment apparent in her tone.
“Sorry, but I can’t remember the last time I saw you twice within a month. I’m just so happy to have you here.” She winks at me over Maddy’s shoulder, and I can’t help but smile.
She finally pulls away, beaming in my direction. “It’s so nice to see you, Dixon. Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you for having me, Rachel.”
She leans in to give me a kiss, but my mother would be rolling in her grave if I didn’t grace both her cheeks with a kiss. She blushes a lovely shade of pink. A pink that reminds me of her daughter’s…
“Please, won’t you come inside?” Rachel signals with her hand, mercifully interrupting my train of perverted thoughts.
She welcomes us into her remarkable home, and I won’t lie, this home is probably the nicest abode I have ever seen. The large foyer opens up to five different passages one can take, but to transport them to where, I don’t know. But I can’t wait to find out.
We follow Rachel through the extravagant living room and down the hallway. “Come through. Sebastian is just in the kitchen cooking.”
I raise my eyebrow while Rachel laughs. “He is a much better cook than I am. Trust me, if I was cooking, we would be having pizza.”
The moment we step into the kitchen, I smell fresh tomato sauce, oregano, and golden mozzarella—three of my favorite smells in the world. Smells that remind me of my mother.
“Look who I found at our front door,” Rachel teases, while Sebastian turns from the stove with a big smile on his face.
“Button. You look beautiful.” He wipes his hands on a dishcloth before wrapping Maddy in a tight embrace.
“Thank you. Whatever you’re cooking smells absolutely delicious.” She stands on her tippy-toes to look over his shoulder as they break apart.
“Seeing as Dr. Mathews is Italian”—his eyes flick my way—“I figured I’d try my hand with some Italian cuisine.” He extends his palm, and we shake firmly.
A man with a good handshake is a man who has balls.
“Madison is right. It does smell delicious. But please, call me Dixon.” Sebastian happily nods. “I hope you like red wine.” I pass him the six-hundred-dollar bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.
He whistles, perusing the label. “You’ve got good taste. But we already knew that.” He glances lovingly at Maddy, who beams. “This will go wonderfully with dinner. Honey, would you open this bottle for me? My tomato sauce is about to boil over.”
Rachel nods as Sebastian goes back to the stove. “So how was traffic?” he asks, his back turned as he busily adds in some fresh basil leaves.
“It was fine. With Dixon behind the wheel, we’re lucky we got here in one piece,” Maddy quips, grinning at me as she reaches across the counter to steal a slice of tomato.
I’m utterly captivated as she pops it into her mouth, licking the stray juices from her lips.
“Oh, I don’t believe that. I bet Dixon is a wonderful driver,” I vaguely hear Rachel say in the background. I can’t keep my eyes off Madison as she innocently licks her fingers clean.
My dick chooses this moment to come out of hibernation. How typical.
“Isn’t that right, Dixon? Dixon?”
My name being repeated is a sure sign I’ve missed something important. But the only important thing to me is Madison recreating that entire performance, but this time, I’ll volunteer to be the tomato.
Only Madison’s flushed cheeks and bashful smirk alert me to the fact that someone is expecting me to talk. But how can I speak? I’m rendered speechless by the beauty in front of me. All that long, soft hair and those supple, pink lips—all I can think about is what those lips could do, and how I could use that hair as reins.
Because I’m a masochist, I drop my gaze to her spectacular chest, which is steadily swelling with every coarse breath shetakes. Thoughts of what I’ve done to those amazing, full breasts have me wishing I wasn’t in a room with her parents—her parents, who are probably seconds away from throwing me out because I’m clearly undressing their baby daughter with my heated eyes.
“That’s absolutely right, Rachel. Your daughter is in good hands.” My gaze never wavers from Maddy’s as I respond, thankful I was half listening.
Her red glow alerts me to the fact that she’s just as turned on as I am.
“I have no doubt about that,” Rachel says, placing a glass of wine on the counter in front of me. She seems oblivious to the fact I’m considering we skip dinner and I head straight for dessert—the dessert between Madison’s thighs.
