Page 75 of The Love You Win

Concern bleeds from my boyfriend’s pores. He reaches over and intertwines our fingers. “Anything, baby. You know that.”

Shifting in my seat, I press my thighs together. Ever since he kissed me possessively in the coffee shop and laid his claim on me, my core has been pulsing. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

The words stall in my throat as a sudden attack of shyness seizes me. What if Maddox rejects me? What if telling him exactly what I want turns him off? What if Alex wasn’t the one who was mediocre in bed? What if it’s me, and having sex ruins this brand new relationship Maddox and I are building?

“Isla?”

No. I will not let Alex-induced doubts impact things with Maddox. I won’t. Sucking in a sharp breath, I lay myself bare for him. “Well, the problem is that I’m aching, and I was hoping you could help me. I want you to fuck me, Maddox. Please.”

The car swerves slightly within our lane, and his fingers tighten around mine. “Jesus, baby. Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I tell him. Because I am. He’s been so attentive. So generous with his touch and affection. But I want more than just his fingers and his mouth. I want all of him. I need all of him.

“Fuck,” he groans. He sounds pained as he adjusts himself. “I’m taking you to my place.”

My stomach flutters. I haven’t been to Maddox’s home yet. I think he loves my cozy little apartment, and there’s a part of me that worries about walking into Maddox’s space. I try not to be judgmental about his money, but my experiences have left me with some pretty negative perceptions of wealth. I know it’s silly, but I’m glad I’ve had the chance to get to know my boyfriend more on my home turf.

But I’m ready to explore his now.

“My car is still at the school,” I remind him.

“We can get it tomorrow.”

Oh. He wants me to spend the night.

I want that, too. Very much.

It doesn’t take long before we pull into a private garage beneath a gleaming building in a trendy part of Minneapolis. It’s the kind of place I’ve never given a second thought to because I could save my whole life and never be able to afford to purchase a unit here. Large, modern balconies dot the exterior, as do huge windows that must boast amazing views of the city.

Maddox grabs my hand as we climb out of his vehicle, and he leads me to a private elevator that requires key card access. It brings us up to a modern lobby where two security guards watch the doors and a wall of monitors. They glance up at us and give Maddox a familiar nod. I give them an awkward wave as Maddox leads me toward another elevator at the far end of the lobby. He scans his key card once again, his foot tapping rapidly on the white marble-tiled floor.

As soon as we’re safely inside the elevator and the doors close, he’s on me.

Maddox cages me against the wall with his broad upper body and muscular arms. Our chests brush with each ragged inhalation. He stares down at me, pupils blown, and my lower belly clenches. When he removes a hand from the wall to cup my cheek tenderly, even though he looks like he wants to devour me, I swear my knees go weak.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he drops his lips to mine. “So beautiful when you come, too.” He presses into me. Everywhere. Plush lips move over mine, his muscular thigh presses between my legs, and his very hard cock pushes into my belly. “I can’t wait to watch you shatter around my thick cock, baby girl.”

Fuck. Me.

I’m grinding against his thigh when the elevator dings. The loss of contact when he pulls away makes me whimper. It earns me a dark chuckle as he tugs on my hand, dragging me to the lone door on this floor. My pussy aches as he unlocks it. I need him. I must say it out loud because Maddox’s fingers tighten around mine.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fill you up the way you need so soon.”

The apartment barely registers. There’s a vague impression of high ceilings, walls of windows, and lots of muted neutrals before he leads me down a wide hallway and shoves a door open to reveal his bedroom. This room I pay attention to.

Deep gray walls make up the space, except for one to the left, which is solid windows. Gleaming hardwoods reflect the city lights and provide an ambient glow. The bed is huge, though it would have to be to fit a man of Maddox’s height. Three industrial-looking black wall sconces are mounted over a slatted wooden headboard stained a rich sienna brown. Cream sheets and a tan comforter that looks like it’s made of clouds cover the bed and call my name. A massive cream area rug softens the masculine energy of the room.

It’s beautiful and tasteful, but I don’t care about any of it. I just need Maddox inside me.

He watches me do a quick inspection of the room and grins wickedly when my hungry eyes come back to him. “Like what you see?” he asks as he prowls toward me.

I can only nod. My voice is stuck in my throat. He’s taking up all the oxygen in the room. And when he rips the hoodie over his head, the tee beneath quickly following, my thoughts dry up. Like what I see? How the hell could I not when he looks like that?

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he says as he stops before me. Those captivating, warm, amber-flecked eyes of his drag down my body so slowly it almost feels like a physical touch. Almost.

I grin at him. “You should help me fix that.”

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