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“So, how does the man factor in all this?” I looked at everyone but could find no answers in their responding stares.

CHAPTER 11

Madison

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wo weeks passed without word about Elsie’s attacker or updates on the multiple murders shrouding Kent’s reputation. My contacts in the police and my team hadn’t found the connection the detectives on the case found that caused them to suspect Kent for Elsie’s attack.

Although the mystery worried me, Kent made sure it didn’t consume me. Once he revealed the reason behind his antagonism toward me, he made strides to correct the harm he’d done. One sweet date at a time, he began to heal the wounds he’d inflicted. I still had work to do on myself, but I was open to him in ways I never was before.

Tonight was another date night. Despite my appreciation for how slowly Kent was taking our romance, I wanted more. My libido was in trouble and my body showed signs of returning to the days when small orgasms caused more pain than relief.

I picked out the sluttiest dress in my closet, banking on weakening Kent’s defenses. I tousled my hair, leaving it down and slightly messy. With my smokey-eye makeup and glossy lips, I looked like a woman who had either been fucked or was about to get fucked. There was no way I was returning home tonight.

To ensure my plan worked, I packed an overnight bag because Madison Montgomery did not do walks of shame. With my look finished, I ran downstairs, hoping to avoid my parents. My mother, standing guard in front of the door, told me I hadn’t been subtle during my preparations.

She eyed me up and down. “I know you’re grown, but I’m asking, anyway. Do you have protection? Because I’m too young to be a grandmother, and that dress is daring a man to knock you up.”

“Mom!” I tried to push her gently aside, but she didn’t budge until I whispered, “Yes, I have protection, and I’m on birth control. Now, please let me leave before I die of embarrassment.”

“I hope, whoever the man is, that he’s good enough for my girl.”

“He’s trying,” I said without telling her who he was.

Right now, I wanted to keep my relationship with Kent a secret. When I told him, he agreed, but I sensed his disappointment. I didn’t completely trust what was growing between us yet. At the same time, I wanted to explore everything there was to discover with Kent.

She let me leave with a hug and whispered, “If his performance is less than satisfactory, we’ll have waffles and ice cream floats tomorrow.”

I shook my head as I drove to Kent’s second penthouse, a compromise we’d agreed on since I was uncomfortable in the top-floor apartment and his old house was off-limits while we hid our relationship.

Kent met me in his private garage. As soon as I exited the car, a scowl took over his face. “Hell, no. Go back home and change.”

Doubts filled me, eroding the confidence I’d built up.

“I’m trying to be good, but you are about to push me over the edge and ruin my plans.” Kent slipped his finger beneath the thin strap of my dress and slowly dragged it over my shoulder. His glazed eyes focused on the soft skin he caressed. “You must not expect to go anywhere tonight.”

“Would you really waste a pretty dress like this on a night in?”

“Little bunny, don’t you know what happens when you tempt a wolf?”

I swallowed at the heat in his voice. “It’s just a dress.”

“On you, it could never be just a dress.” He slipped my other strap down my arm. “No one is worthy enough to see you in this.”

“Does that include you?”

“Especially me, but I’ll claim the privilege for myself. Now, you have a choice to make. You can go home and change, or I’m taking you upstairs, where you won’t see another person for the next twenty-four hours. Maybe forty-eight, but seventy-two is also a possibility.”

I stared into his fierce gaze, marveling at the muscle ticking in his jaw. With all seriousness, I said, “I’ll take ‘Fuck me, Kent’ for a thousand, Ken.”

“Jesus Christ!”

The quick trip upstairs flew by without me remembering how we ended up in the bedroom. As soon as Kent closed the door, time slowed. He took my hands in his and stared deeply at me.

“Tonight will be hard for me.” When doubts shouted in my head and I tried to pull away, he tightened his hold on my hands. “I’ve struggled to be a gentleman with you, not rushing you, and tonight will be no different. Even if every atom in my body demands that I through on the bed and unleash the beast I’ve kept caged inside myself.”

“What if I want your beast?”

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