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“It’s all I’ve seen from you so far,” she says. “Well, that and the fact that you overestimate your Jiu-Jitsu skills.”
She winks at me, and I hate what that does to me. My grip on her ass tightens, squeezing even harder than before, and she releases a sigh that makes me even harder. Madison responds with a cheeky smile, that makes me want to spank her.
“So?” she probes. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“Who says I’m going to?” I say, pulling her closer. “I have other things on my mind right now.”
She wants to protest, but I silence her with another kiss. I don’t want to talk. I want to make the best of these precious moments alone with her, I want to taste more of her, to take more of her—and to feel more of her.
She stiffens at first, but soon gives into me, her arms wrapping around my neck this time as she clings to me, torturing me by pressing her hot body against my hardened length. Our lips remain locked to each other, while I squeeze her ass with one hand and use the other to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Just as I suspected, she’s not wearing a bra and I take the hard knot of her nipple between my fingers and give a not so gentle squeeze. She squirms from the pain, but never retreats, and her tongue engages in an even wilder, less controlled dance with mine. I almost regret saying that I wouldn’t fuck her here, because right now, there’s nothing I would rather do…
“Holy shit!”
The sudden exclamation parts us as quickly as we came together. She jumps away from me with flailing arms, while I try my best to hide the obvious bulge at my crotch by slouching against the balustrade at my back.
“Max!” Madison shouts at the figure who is standing in the door, eyes wide and his mouth forming a perfect O—before he erupts with laughter.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you little love birds,” he says, almost choking from laughing so hard. “But I couldn’t keep them away any longer. Madison, they need you for that interview.”
He nods toward the hall behind him, an apologetic expression replacing his apparent amusement from before.
“Shit,” Madison hisses next to me, as she hastily fixes her dress and tries to arrange the strands that have fallen out of her updo during our little encounter.
“Don’t worry, you look great,” I try to assure her.
“Yeah, good enough to eat,” her friend Max adds, winking at me.
“Shut up, both of you,” she barks without looking at either of us.
I try to catch her gaze, but she’s determined to avoid eye contact and keeps her head down as she hurries inside, practically pushing Max to the side—who throws me a facial shrug, before he follows her inside.
Chapter 20
Madison
My mind is a whirlwind of emotions, and my cheeks burn with a flush that I can’t hide.
What the hell just happened?
Why did I let this happen?
Making out in secret with someone who is practically a stranger at one of the worst times and places anyone could think of—it’s so not me.
Then again, this totally is me. My quick temper has gotten me into all kinds of awkward situations, but this is a new one. I’m being honored for my professionalism in the workplace, and I do this? What if it hadn’t been Max but someone else who found us out there? What would that have looked like? Fishy for sure. Making out with the guy who just doubled the prize money that’s tied to my award? I can only imagine what kind of conclusions people would draw.
Did Chase plan all of this? Is he trying to humiliate me, or is he really trying to get into my pants because he thinks that will make me want to sell to him?
My thoughts are still swirling when I step back into the hall, the vibrant energy of the gala once again enveloping me. All around, people are engaged in conversations, savoring the sumptuous feast that has been laid out.
But at this moment, I feel as though I’m in a world of my own, detached from the festivities and ensnared by the memory of Chase’s lips on mine.
Max is right next to me gently pointing toward the journalist who has been asking to see me.
“That’s Judy, she’s writing for Care Quest,” he whispers, shortly before we reach the young woman with a black pixie cut, who beams at us as we’re approaching.
“Thanks,” I breathe, grateful for the reminder. I can barely walk right now, let alone think straight. I can’t help but feel a twinge of anxiety about keeping my composure.
“Hey there, I’m Judy for Care Quest. It’s such an honor to meet you, Miss Hailey,” she greets me, and I shake her extended hand.
