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Never?

Holy shit.

She panted, her chest rising and falling fast now as he set his hands on either side of her and dipped his mouth against hers once more. She clung to his neck, her legs falling open more widely as he gained another inch, her heart slamming harder into her chest, her face and lips on fire.

He pulled her hands back from his neck, pinning her arms above her head with one hand. “Relax, sweetheart. Just relax.”

She nodded, needing him to fully insert himself in a way that was indescribable and also terrifying. He kissed her once again, gliding his tongue against hers, taking his time to deepen the kiss, pushing inside her inch by inch as she relaxed against the hardness of his cock.

One final kiss and he pushed himself to the hilt, eliciting a cry of pleasure that ripped through her entire body as he groaned loudly.

“You okay?” he breathed against her temple. His heart was pounding against her chest.

“Incredible,” she said with a nod, her breath ragged.

She found his mouth again, kissing him as they found a rhythm together, her hips rising to meet each thrust of his length.

“Fuck, Madison. God, you feel good.”

The deep drive for satisfaction that had started to build out on the balcony now took over, her hand clamping into his hair, her body taking over.

Yes. My God, yes.

Brooks Kent was the best sex she’d ever had . . . and she hadn’t even come yet.

“Brooks,” she gasped out, the pressure of a building climax growing stronger within her. “Brooks, I need . . . oh God, Brooks. Feels . . . amazing.”

He thrust harder now. Faster.In and out . . .

“I want you to come. Come apart for me, Madison, baby.”

Him saying her name like that.

That was all it took.

A cry left her as her climax ripped through her, her body slackening against him. Her legs trembled, her head light as he shuddered a loud groan. His cock throbbed inside her as he poured out, emptying himself—as though he’d been waiting for her to let go.

Oh. My. God.

He had given her the most incredible orgasm. Ever.

She opened her eyes as he pulled out from between her legs. A devilish smile curled at his lips as he kissed her temple. “Fucking best appetizer ever.”

“Appetizer?” She cocked a brow.

“You better believe it, sweetheart. The night is just starting.”

A slow smile spread across her lips. She might never recover from a night with Brooks.

But she didn’t want to, either.

31

BROOKS

The ringingof his cell phone roused Brooks from sleep and he blinked groggily in the early morning light, lifting his head from his pillow.

Beside him, Maddie groaned, her eyes squeezed shut. “Who in the hell is calling at this hour?”

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