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I want to live here.

I’m panting with need, and then I meet his eyes. His face is inches from mine, stare heated, a side of Madden that I wish I’d had access to for long before this moment. His gaze never leaves my face as he jerks me off, like he’s checking I’m okay, so I don’t break eye contact either. I might not have the words, but I want him to know that I’m in this. I don’t know how long it’s been coming on; I don’t know at what point everything for me changed or if it changed at all and this isn’t what I wanted the whole time.

I get the confidence to run my fingers through his hair, and he leans into the touch. Like he’s aching for it as much as I am. He probably is.

I’ve gotten my answer about whether Madden’s any bigger hard, and the answer is yes. He’s jutting upward, almost reaching his belly button, veins standing out angrily and tip deep red. It’s glossy with precum, and my curiosity is strong as I imagine what he’d taste like. How it would feel. Picturing Madden’s head tossed back in ecstasy almost makes my orgasm hit.

But I don’t want his hand to go anywhere. I want it to stay on me, to keep sending me higher.

A cascade of all the moments I ever loved him pass through my head. Studying in college and the way he went through a glasses stage to try and be taken seriously. How bright red and stammering he was when he first brought up his need to shed his clothes. The way he gets so passionate talkingabout health and fitness and caring for your body. How he’ll pass out sleeping on my leg, snuggled in like it’s his favorite place on Earth.

And now, this. This moment where he’s looking at me and everything else falls away. It’s just Madden and his eyes and the way he’s touching me like he can’t restrain himself.

My hand slips to his chest, to his hard muscle and tight nipples, wishing I was brave enough for more.

Madden’s hand tightens, moves faster. No more smooth, calculated tugs, he wants to get me off, and damn, that thought turns me on. That Madden wants this. Wants to be touching me. Wants to make me feel good.

He’s succeeding too. My skin is burning up, the deep tingling in my gut is building, and his slick hand is getting too much. Too tight. Too fast. Too fucking addictive.

My toes curl over as I give in to the build, and I hit my peak. My orgasm hits in mind-melting waves, and I throb out rope after rope of cum, never wanting this to end.

Madden’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me against him so we’re skin on skin, and then he ducks his head to rest against mine as asic sic sicfills the kitchen.

I hold him close, wanting to help out as he jerks off and hoping like hell that I’ll get another chance. His skin smells like sweat, feels so warm, and when he lets out a “Fuck,Penn,” his muscles go taut as he comes.

I’m not sure what rearranging is going on in my head, but I forget where we are entirely. Just exist with Madden flush against me, able to handle my world shifting so long as I can hold tight to him.

We’re both still catching our breaths, slow recognition of what just happened creeping in, when Madden tears himself from my hold.

His whole face is a mask of shock as he looks at me like he can’t figure out what happened. Then I watch, mute, asMadden tugs on his shorts, searches out his shirt, and all but stumbles out my front door.

The need to go after him is strong.

The need to cry is deeper though.

Because I’m suddenly terrified I just fucked everything up.

Chapter 17

Madden

“B-bertha, a-a-assemble,” I choke out as soon as I get inside.

I’m in a fucking swirling daze of what-the-fuck-just-happened, not paying any attention as I stumble into the living room and collapse onto the couch. I can still hear Penn’s needy breaths in my ear, still feel him pulsing in my palm.

That was the most incredible moment of my entire life.

Rapidly followed by the worst.

Penn has a girlfriend, and what we did was unforgivable.

I know a lot of people don’t view cheating as a big deal, but to me, it’s the ultimate betrayal. It’s a way of showing you have absolutely no respect for your partner and that you’ll always prioritize your own needs.

I didn’t think Penn was that kind of person. Honestly, I didn’t think I was either.

Lana might not be on my list of favorite people, but it turns my stomach that I did something like that to her. When itcomes to Penn, I lose all of my sense, and the second he touched me, I was gone. Brain cells shut down, dick taking the wheel.

It had been amazing.

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