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That moment is now.
I loosen his tie, use it to tug his head down for a kiss. It’s an absolute doozy of a kiss, the perfect combination of tender and demanding. Pretty soon the demanding side starts to win out, and his hands are all over me. I slip off his jacket and undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his magnificent torso and solid abs. I sigh out loud, still not quite believing that this is real.
“Does your door lock?” he asks, voice gruff with need.
I nod, run over, and do exactly that. There are still people in the building even though it’s late, and much as I love Mason, I do not want him seeing me butt-ass naked with his brother. He’d die laughing and would never let me forget about it.
Maddox scoops me up and lays me flat on my desk. I keep a tidy desk, so there’s lots of available space once he moves my little potted cactus out of the way. I suck in a desperate breath as he stares at me, his obsidian eyes glittering with desire. “Stay right where you are, baby. I’m going to undress you.”
I nod. I mean, why on earth would I move? I’m exactly where I want to be.
He starts with my pumps, taking them off and kissing my stockinged feet. It tickles and makes me giggle. He shoots a lookof warning at me, and I clamp my lips together. His hands slide up my legs, very efficiently getting them naked before moving up my inner thighs. He strokes the soft flesh there, teasing, then runs his fingers over my panties. The fabric is already damp because Maddox, as ever, is reducing me to mush. “Already wet for me, baby?”
“Always,” I murmur.
He pushes one finger beneath my panties and strokes my clit, making it swell and throb in a way I’m deliciously familiar with now. The finger slips inside me, and I thrust gently against it. Then he removes his hand and stands over me, licking his skin clean of my juices. My cheeks flame a little; they always do when I’m confronted with the evidence of how much I want this man. “Best. Taste. Ever,” he says, his tongue glistening. “I need more.”
He removes my skirt, sliding it smoothly over my hips and throwing it to the floor. Now I’m completely naked from the waist down and a wicked smile curls his lips. “Spread your legs for me, Ellie. Nice and wide. Show me how much you want me to eat your delicious pussy.”
Oh my goodness.I tremble as I put myself on display like the needy woman Maddox turns me into. He makes an appreciative noise and kneels on the floor between my legs.
He hoists one onto each broad shoulder and pulls me closer. His face is so near I can feel his hot breath on my center. He parts me with his fingers, and then his incredible mouth is on me. Normally he starts slowly, with long soft laps, but today it’s intense right from the start. He sucks my clit into his mouth, flicks it with his magical tongue. It’s quick and effective, and I skyrocket from aroused to on-the-edge-of-orgasm in about thirty seconds flat. I stare at the ceiling of my office, eyes rolling in my head as he slides two of his fingers inside me and thrusts.
“Oh, fuck, Maddox.”
I feel his thrusts speed up, hard and fast. He matches each push with a suck and a flick of my poor throbbing clit, turning that little bundle of nerve endings into something miraculous. My climax builds inside me, waves of pleasure cascading through my body, all heading in one direction. Right where his mouth is.
I slam my palms down on my desk as I come, crying out his name as wetness slicks his fingers and face. He holds me in place, big hands on my quivering thighs, and licks me clean. When he glances up, his beard is shining with my cum. Although this happens every single time, somehow I’m still not used to it. I bury my face in my hands and laugh.
“Don’t be embarrassed baby. You know I love it when you squirt all over me. That was quick, huh?”
“Yeah. Like the quickest orgasm ever. In the history of orgasms.”
He looks smug, smirking as he works his way up my body, unfastening my blouse and unhooking my bra. I’m entirely naked, lying weak-limbed on my desk, wondering if anybody heard me calling his name.
I don’t care, I decide, as he looms over me. His shirt is open, his body sheened with perspiration. He is so insanely gorgeous. “You remember I once promised to fuck you up against that window?” he asks.
I nod. Oh yes, I do. “Good girl. Now go and stand in front of it. Hands on the glass.”
He helps me up off the desk, and on shaking legs I do as he asks. The sun is sinking in the sky, an orange ball sliding down between the skyscrapers and towers of Manhattan. It’s incredibly beautiful, an urban paradise. I can see cars and people down below, even into other offices and homes up here in the sky.
“Hands on the glass,” he says again, more firmly this time. I love it when bossy Maddox comes out to play.
I look over my shoulder at him. “Like this, sir?” I ask. My palms are planted, and I spread my legs. Stick my ass out so it’s jutting towards him.
He runs his hand over its curves, giving me a delightfully anticipated slap. “Yeah. Just like that. Now I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you’re gonna see stars.”
I smile as I hear him unzip. He says the most romantic things. I turn my face back to the window and spy somebody in the opposite building. He’s standing with a coffee at his window, clearly visible, and it momentarily distracts me. “Maddox, are you sure about this glass? Nobody can see in, you’re positive?”
“Of course I am.” His hands go to my hips. “Do you think there’s any chance I’d let anybody else see you like this, baby? You’re mine and nobody else in the whole fucking world ever gets to see you like this but me.”
His voice is deep, dominant. Possessive in a way that thrills me to my core. He thrusts his thick cock inside me, and I let out a loud moan at the delicious sensation of him filling me up. One hand fists into my hair, tugging my head back, and he scatters kisses and nips along my neck and throat. The other hand goes to my breasts, stroking and caressing the tender flesh, murmuring about how beautiful I am as he rolls my hard nipples between his thumb and finger. The pressure is a perfect mix of pain and pleasure. My nipples have a hotline directly to other parts of my body.
I push my hips back to meet him, loving the fact that he still has his pants on. It makes it feel so much more urgent.
“You want me to fuck you harder, baby?” he growls.
I tremble. “Yes, please.”
