Page 77 of Going All In

I unclasp the bra in the back and ease one strap down over my shoulder. “I wore it just for you,” I say, letting it fall just enough that the swell of my breast peeks out.

He blows out a breath. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

I giggle as I slide the bra all the way off. My nipples pucker into hard peaks under his gaze. My fingers hook into the waistband of my thong, and I hesitate. The crotch is soaked with my arousal. I meet his eyes.

“Take them off, Holly,” Maddox commands, his gaze darkening even further, the easy way he takes control making all my blood rush to the area between my legs.

I flush, but I pull them down and ball them up quickly, so he doesn’t notice.

He holds his hand out.

“What?” I know exactly what he wants, but I’m willing to play dumb if it buys me a few minutes.

Maddox’s hand doesn’t waver. “Hand over the underwear. I want to see them.”

Somehow, the hand holding the crumpled-up panties has hidden itself behind my back, but I manage to pull it out and hand it over.

Maddox unfolds the balled-up fabric and holds it in front of his face. Then he—oh sweet Jesus—he brings the underwear to his nose and inhales deeply.

I say nothing. What’s the proper response to someone smelling your panties? He appears to be enjoying it, but do I point that out? Do I ask for them back? Do I smell his boxers?

Actually, that sounds like a terrible idea. Maddox smells amazing, don’t get me wrong, but guys’ underwear should never be sniffed. Let’s agree on that right now.

“You smell so goddamn good, Holly. Get that gorgeous ass on the bed for me. I want to know if you taste as good as you smell.”

God, I love when Maddox goes all dirty and alpha male in the bedroom. I climb onto the bed and settle against the pillows.

Maddox stands at the foot of the bed, shrugging off his suit jacket. I watch as he undoes his shirt buttons, one by one, then pulls it off and drops the shirt on the floor. He unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants to the floor before stepping out of them. He looks damn good in a tux, but even better in his birthday suit. His cock is fully erect, tenting his boxers.

A shiver goes down my spine as I remember how that cock had felt buried deep inside me.

I need him inside menow.

Maddox joins me on the bed, his body above mine. He kisses me again before he sits back on his knees between my thighs. His hands gently nudge my legs wide before he bends my knees and pushes them even wider.

He takes in the view with a satisfied smirk. I’m so exposed, everything visible to Maddox.

My pussy responds by letting out a gush of moisture.

Maddox presses a soft kiss to my mound, so light that I barely feel it. His fingers trace a path along my inner thighs, pausing at the crease where my legs join my pelvis. He keeps them there while he uses his thumbs to separate my labia.

I need him to touch me. I press my hips up toward him, letting out a whine of frustration, but he holds me in place.

“Patience, babe,” he murmurs.

I let out a groan and toss my head back.

Maddox’s breath is hot against my body when he finally brings his head between my legs. He circles my clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth and biting lightly, eliciting a gasp from me.

“Fuck, Maddox,” I manage.

He flattens his tongue and laps me up in long, languid strokes that have me simultaneously melting into the bed and coiling in a tense ball of muscle. He keeps going, varying his speed and his angles just enough that it brings me right to the edge and keeps me there.

I’m so close to exploding. “Maddox. I want you inside me,” I gasp as his tongue presses harder against my clit.

He picks his head up, his dark stare burning into my eyes as he shakes his head. “Don’t rush me, Holly. We have all night. And I plan to enjoy every inch of you. This time, I want you dripping wet from your orgasm before I fuck you, baby. So you’re going to come hard for me while I eat your sweet pussy. Got it?”

Oh my God. I’ve never been with someone who can talk dirty like Maddox can. His words make every bit of blood that’s not already pooling between my legs go straight to my core.

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