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MADDIE

“What do you need,Madison? Name it and it’s yours.”

“I don’t want to think anymore. I just want to feel.” I pull back a half step, my breaths picking up at my declared intentions.

He slides his hands up my ribcage and unzips the hidden zipper. Then he skims his palms up my arms, over my shoulders, and around the back of my neck. My breaths come in pants, his slow teasing touches nearly torturous. He unlatches the hook and eye clasp and my dress falls off my shoulders and down my hips to pool around my feet.

This dress design didn’t allow for a bra, so I’m standing in front of my boyfriend in nothing but a black thong, black high heels, and a thigh holster.

I don't care If I have mascara streaking down my face or if my hair is tangled. The way Leo looks at me is something I'll never forget for as long as I live.

He’s finely controlled passion with a freedom and too much charm for his own good. It’s how I imagine his brothers and Dante would be had they been allowed the freedoms that Leo and I have been granted.

Lust oozes through our pores, soaring around us in a fog, swirling and growing thicker, heavier. My skin feels tight over my muscles. I don’t think I can wait another second to have his hands on me. I push onto my toes and nip at his jawline. “Touch me, Leo, please.”

“Baby, I—” I drag my teeth across his bottom lip and he groans. “I want to I want to so bad it fucking hurts , but I don't know this is the best time for you. You just got some shocking news, and I don’t want you to regret this.”

Warmth settles around my shoulders that has nothing to do with lust. His thoughtfulness only endears him to me more.

“I'm sure, Leo. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I feel the corner of my mouth curve into a sassy smirk. “But I understand if you're not up for it.”

A bucket of reality crashes over me, dousing my teasing. My smile drops and I pull back to look at him. “I wasn’t thinking about everything you just went through. I was only teasing, but maybe—maybe this isn’t a good idea right now.” I shift my gaze over his shoulder to the palm tree in the corner. It feels like a safer spot to look at right now. Shame licks at the base of my spine. I can’t believe I’ve been bemoaning everything when he was literally kidnapped and held for days.

“Hey, stay with me.” Two fingers on my chin turn my head until I face him again. “I'm fine, okay? They didn't hurt me. They didn't even really play mind games or any of that fucked-up shit I thought they would. Which, by the way, we have to talk about your consumption of true crime TV.”

I smile despite myself. I should’ve known. Leo’s charm is the stuff of legends. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear he charmed whoever held him.

“Alright, then what are you waiting for?”

My taunt works and he bridges the space between us, sealing our mouths together once more. I’m not wasting any more time, my hands diving straight for his pants. I have them undone in record time and right before I feel him, he breaks our kiss.

He reaches behind his head and grabs his shirt, pulling it off in that stupid-hot way guys do. I don’t even understand why it’s so attractive. Or why his forearms are so sexy with his corded muscles and veins popping. Shit, I’m wet just looking at him, the anticipation tasting sweet on my tongue.

There's no room for embarrassment here. I know I'm safe with Leo. He tosses his shirt somewhere behind him and dives back in for an Earth-shattering kiss. His palms are on the side of my face, tilting me to an angle that's just right.

I shove my hand down his pants and fist his cock. He groans into my mouth, this low noise that sends sparks to my nervous system. A frustrated noise squeaks out of the back of my throat when I can’t get a good grip on him. He’s big and this angle through his pants is all wrong.

With my tongue in his mouth, I slide his pants and boxer briefs over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. He toes off his socks and shoes without separating our mouths, a feat that impresses me. His hands leave my hair to slide down my arms and over my hips, curving around the swell of my ass and gripping the back of my thighs.

He hauls me into his arms and I wrap my arms and legs around him. His cock is wedged between us, and I wiggle my hips a little. Sparks of pleasure race down my spine at the friction. Warm wet kisses trace a path down my jaw and neck. My head falls back to give him better access, and the stars greet me, twinkling in their infinite shine.

He groans against my neck, the sound reverberating through his chest and into mine. He carries me across the balcony and sits on a lounger next to the pool with me still in his lap. I sink onto him, delighted to feel his cock lined up against my pussy, his tip just nudging my clit.

Before I can stop myself, my hips roll and my eyes screw shut at the sensation. “It feels so good.”

My body feels light and heavy with lust. It’s a juxtaposition that shouldn’t make sense, but it does. My hips rock faster, chasing that euphoric feeling. I internally curse the thin scrap of fabric that separates us. He feels too good to stop and take them off.

As if he can read my mind, Leo’s hands shift to my hips. He toys with the strap, twisting it between his fingers. The edges press into my pussy, applying pressure just outside of where I’m craving it. Then he yanks, and a ripping sound wrenches through the air.

His lips skim up my throat, resting right over my pulse point as he slides my thong between my ass cheeks. The soft fabric feels good on my sensitive skin back there. I shiver against him, and it doesn't go unnoticed. He makes a noise in the back of his throat that goes straight to my core.

There’s nothing separating us now, and my pussy glides along his dick with ease. I’m almost embarrassingly wet, considering he's barely had his hands on me. Maybe that's a testament to our chemistry. The ongoing push and pull we've had for weeks now.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. I scoot back and push onto my knees so I can reach between us and properly appreciate Leo’s impressive cock. I curl my fingers around him, my fingertips not quite touching, and I slide my hand up and down, pausing to swirl my thumb over the very tip.

“Goddamn,” he curses. His eyes are hooded as he stares at me with blatant hunger in his face.

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