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“You’re such a little bitch these days, Madd. I thought prison made you tough?” I grinned at him, knowing a taunt would be the best way to keep him up. “Now you wanna go to bed at ten like some old fuck? Jesus.”

“If I fuck up this job, I won’t find another one. Lay off.” He threw the pants on the back of a chair, glaring at me.

He had a point, but I still needed him to wait. “Then come kiss me goodnight.”

He took one step forward and stopped. I tried to hide my grin. He wasn’t stupid. He knew one kiss would turn into more, and he didn’t know if he could allow the time commitment of a good fuck when it was past his self-proclaimed bedtime. Come on, Madd,take the bait.

He took another step. “Don’t touch me, Devon.”

“Why not?” I pouted.

“I’m…”

“A slave to your dick?” I laughed.

“A slave to you, dumbass.” He bent over, pressing his lips to mine.

I kept to his rule and didn’t touch him, but I licked his bottom lip and bit it lightly to goad him. The kiss deepened and the towel tented in front of my face.

“Ah, fuck you, Devon,” he groaned, running his fingers through my hair. “Just let me go to bed.”

“Okay,” I agreed against his lips, but Maddox had already hiked up the towel to straddle my legs. His weight settled on my lap and my lips smiled against his. “Go to bed, Madd.” I dug my fingers into his hips, pulling him closer. His body was hot from the shower, and his dick was hard and pressing against my stomach.

“Yeah,” he breathed. He pulled back for half a second then sucked on my bottom lip, his hips rocking. “I’m going.”

“Okay.” I squeezed his thighs and helped him rock on my lap. “Goodnight. I love you.”

“Love you,” he panted, tugging on my hair. “Night.”

I loved it when he fought himself and lost. The responsible part of his mind told him to go to bed, but his body told him to get laid first. He probably rationalized it as a way to relax to better his sleep, and I wouldn’t argue with that.

When he kept gyrating on my lap, tugging on my hair to kiss me deeper, I tore the towel from his waist and gripped his dick between our bodies.

“Fucking hell, Devon,” he complained pathetically. “Fuck you. I should be sleeping.”

“I’ll be quick. I know how to get you off in five minutes,” I teased, biting his lip again.

I had to make this quick so that Nate and Xavi didn’t walk in on a show. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked his smooth cock, swiping my thumb over the head on every upstroke. When he shivered at that and started fucking my fist, I kept my hand still and let him do all the work. Fucking loved it when he took charge. I kissed his neck, licking my way down the column of his throat to suck a mark into his pec. The heat of his body mingled with the heat of our chemistry, burning me up under the weight of him. I didn’t give a shit about getting off. This was about Maddox, admiring him, distracting him, pleasing him.

He lifted my shirt up a bit, angling his body so his cockhead rubbed against my abs every time he thrust upward. Brows furrowed, lips parted, green eyes watching me as intently as I watched him. Hot fucking damn.

“So sexy, Madd. Jesus. Look at you.”And all mine.

Maddox’s head fell forward, and his body jerked with the force of his orgasm. His cum hit my stomach and his hips kept moving, slow-fucking my fist through his pleasure. He kissed me, but it was sloppy and full of panting breaths, and I didn’t care because I loved it when he did that.

“Fucking hell, boys,” Nate complained, opening and then closing the front door. “Hurry up!” he shouted through it.

Maddox took a beat, looking at me differently. “You were distracting me.”

“Mhm. So put on some pants.” I kissed him before pushing him off me.

“But… bed,” he pouted.

“You’re gonna like this. I promise. Then you can go to bed.” I got up to clean his mess off my stomach. When he just stood there completely naked with the towel in his hand, I shouted, “Pants!”

He brooded about it, complained by huffing, and glared at me a few times, so I grabbed his hand and pushed him towards the door. “It’s for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” he asked. “You get me a new lunch pail or something?”

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