Page 78 of Going All In

“Got it, babe?” Maddox says, a little more sharply.

I nod, my lower lip caught between my teeth as I try to hold in a groan.

Maddox’s hand comes down on my inner thigh with a sharp slap that’s more surprising than painful. “Got it, babe? Use your words. I want to hear that gorgeous voice.”

“Fuck! Yes. God. Fuck. Yes, Maddox.”

A smile spreads across his face. “Good girl. Hold on.”

With the last words, he slides one long finger inside me, pressing up against my pussy wall as he dives back in, flicking his tongue over my clit. I groan out as he replaces his one finger with two, then adds a third. He drives them into me while his tongue traces patterns over my most sensitive areas.

“Come for me, Holly,” he murmurs against me, curling his fingers inside me to press against my g-spot. He pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks hard while my pussy spasms around his fingers.

I manage to say his name amidst the moans as my body shudders with a climax.

He barely gives me time to come down from my orgasm before he’s rolling on a condom and notching himself at my entrance.

“Holly. Look at me.” His voice is deep and commanding in a way that I’ve only ever heard in the bedroom. His usual confident, easygoing manner transforms into a man who knows how to take control.

I force my eyes open to meet his gaze. His pupils are so dilated with lust that his eyes look almost black. A muscle in his jaw twitches.

“Last chance, babe. We do this, we’re all in. If you’re not serious, let me know. Right. Fucking. Now.” His voice is strained from the effort of holding himself still.

This makes me fall in love with him even more, if that’s even possible. “I’m sure, Maddox. I’m all in here. You’re what I need.”

* * *

We’re lying together, sated. It feels so good to justbewith Maddox. I roll to my side, facing him, and trace circles on his chest with my finger.

I feel amazing, so complete, but then something pops into my head, and I frown.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, smoothing his hand over my hair.

I let out a sigh. “I’m good. So good. I just had a work thought.”

He shifts so he’s on his side too, both of us facing one another. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Julio. I’ve told you about him, right? He’s eight, and he’s been in the system since he was two. I’ve been his case worker since I finished grad school, so a little over three years. He’s this amazing little kid with a shitty situation. It just tugs at my heartstrings every time I see him.” I run a hand over my face.

“What’s going on with Julio?” Maddox asks, ever the patient listener.

God, he’d be a great shrink, wouldn’t he? There’s something about the way he listens, letting you speak without interrupting, and the way he prompts you to finish your story before he adds his own thoughts.

I swallow hard. “He’s been with a nice older couple for a while, but they told me early in November that they were going to be retiring, that they couldn’t take foster kids anymore.”

Maddox nods, his brow furrowing. “So, where does that leave Julio?”

Tears prick at my eyes as I shrug. “Nowhere. That’s the problem. I’ve been trying to find him a place to go because they can’t keep him after the end of December. That’s in a week, and it’s not like anything ever gets done the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I just feel like I failed him. He’s going to have to go to a group home.”

Maddox’s brow creases. “Did you ask my mom?”

“Ask your mom what?” I have no idea what this has to do with Julio.

“If she can take Julio.” He shrugs slightly.

I smile. “Aw, that’s really sweet, Maddox. But there’s all sorts of red tape and things for foster placements. She’d have to be approved as a foster parent, and that can take a while.”

Maddox stares at me. “She’s been a foster parent for years. She and my dad have fostered tons of kids over the years.”

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