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“No, I really mean it,” I say and huff out a relieved laugh. “I had no clue how I was going to pay for the hospital bill without a job—"
"If you think I’m letting you pay for that, you’re out of your mind." His voice is suddenly low, slightly angry, and a little threatening.
And somehow arousing.
It immediately gets my back up. "I don't need your charity."
"It's not charity," he says as he walks up to me. "I'll make you work for every single cent, trust me."
And for some reason, the threat makes my whole body flush with desire.
Chapter Fourteen
Maddox
Avahasadaughter.
The thought has been bouncing around in my head since I met the little girl. She’s the spitting image of her mom, except with blonde hair instead of red. And she stares at me with eyes more intelligent than some adults.
Plus—and I'm not one for cooing at infants—the child is undoubtedly adorable. Sharp and inquisitive, cheerful and straightforward. Like her mother.
And as I look down at Ava now, noting the similar features, there's another feeling rising in my chest, one that I can’t completely comprehend. The feeling started when I saw her concern for her daughter shining on her face, the way that it was like the entire world disappeared when it came to her. Mimi. I’d never in my circles seen a mother that devoted, not even with my own mother. Sure, Mrs. Reign claimed she loved me, but I always knew it was because of who I was and what I did.
But with Ava, it's different. It feels like she loves Mimi regardless, unconditionally.
Don't hurt yourself trying to prove anything to anybody.
Nothing matters as long as you're healthy.
I push Ava's hair behind her ear now and watch the way she reddens. Her eyes are brimming with annoyance at me and anxiety about her daughter, and it's hard to tell which emotion is leading. She thought I would fire her. Ridiculous. No matter what happened, I’m not going to punish her for caring about her daughter. It’s not every mother that would forgo a billion-dollar deal for their child.
Mine certainly wouldn’t.
It's like there's a storm in Ava’s eyes. I can tell she’s very emotionally vulnerable at the moment. And if I had even an ounce of decency in me, I would tell her goodbye, get in the car, and drive off. I would send her back in to tend to her pretty little girl, and leave the scene as the good Samaritan.
But I’m not a good Samaritan. I’ve always been a conscienceless, selfish bastard and it’s hard to change that now.
So, instead of doing what I know I should, I wrap my hand around her waist and draw her closer, feeling her breath catch when I drop my nose to her hair. She smells divine as usual, but now that I've seen her maternal side, it triggers a more primal drive in me. And it sounds sick thinking about it like that. It is sick. But I can’t help it.
I want to devour her. I want to claim her. I want to own her.
I tip her chin up and look into her eyes, tracing her features in the evening light. It's my turn to get lost in her face and have the entire world fade away. Everything besides her brown eyes and plump lips loses meaning. Those are lips I need to taste. Need to own.
Even before I sink to kiss her, I can feel that yawning feeling descending, like I’m losing a piece of myself and I don’t even know it. And when our lips meet, I know I’ve already lost the battle.
Because the kiss is hot and cool at the same time, sweet and spicy. I fall fast and furious, losing myself in those few minutes. I’m not sure how it happens, but she’s pressed against the car and my hand is underneath her dress, squeezing her soft skin. She’s moaning and kisses me back feverishly before I bury my hands in her hair, holding her still for my embrace. I want to possess her, imbue her with my scent. I want to tie her hands to some surface and taste every single inch of her body before I finally sink my cock into her heat once again.
My cock throbs and nearly weeps at the thought. Fuck, it’s been so long. I haven't taken another girl to bed since we met, haven't wanted to. Recently, I've been choosing a good night's sleep over a nice fucking. But not with her.
Why the fuck does this girl affect me like this?
I've had wild sex before with plenty of gorgeous women. But none of them has ever driven me so crazy that I’m about to fuck them against my car in a hospital parking lot.
The reminder of our location should quell my ardor but it doesn’t. It's not strong enough. I don’t think anything is strong enough. I don’t think anything short of an avalanche can pull me away right now.
“Wait…” she gasps, turning her neck aside and leaving her neck open for my kisses. I do just that, her taste taking over my senses, and completely consuming me. I feel like my heart is beating in my chest, and my mind is a mass of chants all centering around the notionmine, mine, fucking mine.
“Maddox.” My name on her lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and it drives me even crazier when she says it in that breathy voice. I want to hear her say it again, scream it in ecstasy. It takes something else, a loud drawn-out honking from right beside me for me to pull back.
