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Although, if I’m being truthful, I love the tension between us. I love the way it felt to meet his eyes in the elevator. And if this is what it takes, if I get to experience a fantasy I had…I’m more than willing.
“You really want me?” I whisper the question and wonder if I’m merely daydreaming.
“From the moment I saw you in that elevator.”
“Oh my God.”
“You wanted me, too,” he guesses as he spreads his legs a bit wider, and my gaze drops to the bulge in his pants. I’m instantly hot.
I bring my hands up to cover my face, then comb my fingers through my hair and look back up at him. “Yes,” I admit. “I did.”
“Then take your clothes off, and you can stop worrying about the rent.”
My heart races. “I…” I did sayanything.
“You don’t have much time,” he adds. He looks hungry now. Almost desperate. “No doubt you’ve spent all weekend trying to collect the money with no success. So let’s do this instead.” I stare wide-eyed back at him, knowing this is my only chance to back out and if I do… well I don’t know what I’ll do. “I’ve wanted you for months, Madelyn. I’ll make it good for you. I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.”
I close my eyes. My heart beats and beats a steadythud.
Then I open them and get to my feet.
My shirt is the first thing to go. Then the bodysuit I’m wearing underneath.
“Stop,” he says.
I freeze. Graham Maxwell gets up from his seat and comes around the table to me, his eyes raking over every inch of my skin covered only by my bra and panty set. His breath turns heavier as he unbuttons his shirt.
Then his hands are on my waist, gentle but firm.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs.
“You’re gorgeous yourself,” I say, feeling drunk on how close he is with his palms on my waist. His touch is electrifying and it’s in this moment I know I’m going to remember this forever.
“Birth control?” he asks, and I nod. “Have you been tested since—”
“Yes. You?” He nods. “Good.”
He lets out a groan and peels off my panties and bra in quick movements. Then his mouth is on the side of my neck, and I—
I can’t think about anything but how good his lips feel.
I tilt my head back to give him better access, and he takes full advantage, leaving opened mouthed kisses that force me to moan from the instant pleasure.
And then—it’s like he reaches some breaking point. Mr. Maxwell maneuvers me over to the arm of the sofa, the pad of his thumb brushing over one of my nipples. I let out a soft sound. It feels so damn good to be touched. To be wanted. I wish I could live in this moment. After the hell of what I’ve been through, I need this.
With firm guidance, he turns me around and bends me over, forcing a gasp from me.
“Fuck. Your thighs are perfect.” His voice is low and rough. He slides a hand between my legs and nudges them apart, then finds my wet slit with his fingertips. When he finds my clit, I can’t help the moan that comes out of my mouth.
Graham curses again, his fingers working faster on my clit. I hear the sounds of his zipper and of fabric moving, and then he’s working me harder while the tip of his cock nudges against my opening.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
It’s filthy to beg a man this way, but Graham likes it. He makes another primal sound from deep in his chest and pushes himself inside me.
His cock fills me and pushes me to the brink of pain, and it forces another gasp out of me. He’s so fucking big. He stops, buried inside of me, and lets me adjust. It takes a moment, while I hold my breath, for the sting of being stretched to be eased by the pleasure. I spread my thighs a little wider and rock back against him, lost in the feeling of being completely filled by a man for the first time in months.
Graham doesn’t hesitate. The second I move against him, he fucks into me hard, then harder. Between his fingers and his body, I’m drowning in pleasure.
