Page 70 of Going All In

I smirk, but I move into the center of the bed. Maddox climbs onto the mattress and settles between my legs. His cock notches at my entrance. My smirk fades as I bite my lip.

“Maddox,” I whisper.

He stares into my eyes as he thrusts forward, burying himself inside me. I arch into him as he starts to move.

The sensations build within me. This is brand-new.

I’ve had sex with Maddox before. But this time, he’s not a one-night stand. He’s not a friend who took pity on me.

He’s the man I love.

Fuck, I love him.

My eyes start to tear up with the overwhelming emotions that are mingling with the pleasure building inside me.

Maddox slows. “Baby. Are you okay?”

I nod. “I’m more than okay.” I move my pelvis against him. “More. I need more.”

He pulls out of me completely and climbs off the bed. I let out a whimper, but before the sound is entirely out of my mouth, Maddox grips my ankles and pulls me to the side of the bed.

My ass is at the edge, and I’d fall off if it weren’t for Maddox holding my legs up. He moves me so my ankles rest on his shoulders, then positions his cock at my entrance again.

“You need more, baby?” A smile plays at his lips.

I nod, letting out a whine. I need to feel him inside me. I need that connection.

He drives inside me, hard, and at this angle he goes deeper, hitting that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.

“Fuck!” I gasp.

Maddox keeps going, thrusting hard and fast, and all I can do is hold on. I’m about to come, just on the edge, when he slows down, trading speed for force.

“I’m going to come, baby. Are you close?”

I nod. “I’m there.”

He increases the speed of his thrusts again and brings his hand between us. He presses on my clit, and I tighten around him. As my climax wracks my body, I feel him stiffen, then jerk inside me with his own release.

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“Good morning, beautiful,” Maddox says, leaning over to nuzzle my hair.

“Mmm. Good morning.” I give him a sleepy smile. Just like last night, everything about this is different. It’s not awkward, the way it usually is to wake up next to someone. It feels right. Normal. I want to wake up like this every day. “What time is it?”

Maddox reaches over and checks the time on his phone. “Ten thirty.” He moves back toward me. “Want to—”

“Tenthirty?” I shriek. “Fuck. I have to go home and get my dress. I have to do my hair, and my makeup, and be at the wedding by four. I’ll never make it.” I throw the covers off me, the duvet narrowly missing Maddox’s head.

“Jesus, fuck!” he yelps. “Slow your roll, woman. I’ll drive you home, but I can’t drive if I’m blind from being pelted in the eye by a blanket.”

I’m halfway to the bathroom already, my stress levels rising. “This is going to be a disaster. It’s going to take forever to get into the city. We’re out on the Main Line, remember? Crap, crap, crap.”

I’m hyperventilating over the sink when Maddox’s hands press on my shoulders and spin me around.

“Holly. It will be fine. Take a breath.”

I follow him as he breathes in, holds it, then breathes out.

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