Page 69 of Going All In

There’s an older couple in the elevator with us. They’re adorable, the woman with gray, curled hair and a hunched back, and the man with a comb-over and stirrups holding his pants up. They’re holding hands and making eyes at one another. I could describe them in even more detail if you want, because I’ve been staring at them since the second they got onto the elevator right before the door closed.

Because if I look at Maddox, I’m going to jump his bones. And I don’t want to be responsible for Fred and Ethel here having a heart attack.

The elevator comes to a stop as we reach the tenth floor and they hobble off, so slowly that Maddox has to hold the door open before it closes on them. We stand next to each other silently, watching the doors slide closed.

And the second they do, we’re all over one another. Maddox fists his hand in my hair and crushes his lips on mine. I grip his shirt, struggling to stay upright as my knees buckle. He nips my lower lip, and I moan into his mouth.

We’re breathing heavily when the doors open again on the twelfth floor. Maddox takes my hand and leads me down the hallway.

I barely take in the room. Once the door closes, Maddox locks it, and we pick up where we left off in the elevator. He presses me up against a wall and kisses me, his lips hard against mine. His tongue dips inside my mouth. His smell surrounds me; it’s all man, rugged and strong. His hand cups my breast and squeezes gently.

Maddox’s beard brushes my cheek as his low voice speaks in my ear. “Take your dress off, baby.”

The butterflies rise in my stomach as I turn around and pull my hair to the side so he can undo the zipper. He drags it down, letting the dress fall off my shoulders then down to my waist before dropping completely to the floor in a puddle of blue satin.

Maddox kisses my bare shoulder. He moves the strap of my bra to the side, then does the same thing on the other side. He undoes the clasp before he spins me around while the undergarment slips down my arms and joins the dress on the floor.

He steps back and drags his gaze down my body. I squirm, vulnerable under the weight of his stare.

Maddox drags his hand over his chin. “Fuck, Holly. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

I bite my lip as my face heats. I don’t have to worry about responding, though, because Maddox presses his lips against mine. His hands move down my arms from my shoulders, then to my hips before he skims them up my sides until his thumbs barely touch the underside of my breast.

“Gorgeous,” he says again, as he takes a step back to stare at my chest. He rubs his thumbs over my nipples.

I let out a low moan as the sensation goes straight to my core. Maddox responds by lowering his head and sucking one nipple into his mouth.

Holy Jesus fuck. Is it possible to come from nipple play alone?

I’m getting close when he switches to the other side and uses two fingers to pinch the one he left behind. The combination of pain and pleasure is almost too much, but when he frees my nipples, I need more.

Maddox takes a step back while I lean against the wall, panting. He pulls his shirt up and over his head, then sheds his pants, standing before me clad only in his boxers. He pulls those down too, freeing his large erection. He tugs my underwear down, going slowly until they’re just above my knees. He lets them fall to the ground, then gathers me in a tight embrace.

His hard body presses against mine, his length firm against my stomach.

Maddox speaks in my ear, low and dark, “Are you sure, Holly?”

“Yes. I want this.” I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.

He picks me up, holding my knees on either side of him while the wall keeps me upright.

“Someday, I’m going to fuck you up against a wall just like this, baby,” he says.

My heart beats faster.

My breath hitches in my chest.

My pussy clenches.

“But tonight, I want you in the bed. Hold onto my shoulders.”

He steps back, holding me as I wrap my arms around his neck. He carries me to the bed and sets me gently down.

Maddox reaches into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulls out a foil packet.

“You brought a condom to the rehearsal dinner?” I ask.

Maddox shrugs as he rips the foil and rolls the condom down his length in one smooth movement. “I was being optimistic. Now, get your ass further onto that bed and spread your legs.”

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