Page 81 of Ever With Me

Brooks bent and grabbed his baseball cap from the ground, then set it on his head, giving Fred a disdainful look.

At last, Fred sniffled. He held out his hand to Brooks. “I suppose there’s no harm done,” he said gruffly.

Brooks set a hand on the small of Maddie’s back, ignoring Fred’s proffered hand. “I don’t shake hands with assholes who insult my woman.”

Maddie’s heart squeezed hard, her eyes flying to Brooks’s face as he replaced his sunglasses. Gina’s mouth dropped open, and Fred’s face reddened as Brooks steered them past the Stricklands into the alley.

My God.

She might not be his woman, but a line like that was enough to melt her panties off.

“Don’t let me catch you back here again,” Fred finally sputtered out when they were nearly twenty feet away.

A nervous laugh choked out of her, then Maddie grabbed Brooks’s hand and ran.

22

BROOKS

Brooks didn’t knowhow in the hell Madison Yardley had talked him into anything that had just happened. But as she led him up the backstairs of the Depot into her apartment, he also didn’t question it.

His pride had almost screwed him with that dick, who could have easily called the cops on them.

But he also couldn’t let the ass get away with calling Maddie a slur like he’d used.

For whatever reason, Maddie seemed exhilarated, a smile never leaving her lips as she turned the key to her apartment. Those fucking delicious lips had knocked him nearly senseless.

Then they were inside, and Brooks drew her to him.

Whether from the sheer adrenaline of the moment or the fact that they’d started something and now it needed exploring, they found their way into each other’s arms in an instant.

Brooks pulled her long hair down from the messy ponytail, and it tumbled over her shoulders in waves.

So. Fucking. Gorgeous.

Her hands were on him, climbing up his back as he swept her back against the wall again, his mouth devouring hers. She tasted better than any damn dessert she’d made him try today—his trainer in LA might kill him—and he kissed her like a starved man, unable to decide what part of the feast to start on.

Their bodies pressed into each other, his hunger for her damn near consuming him.

He was fucking turned on.

Wanted to flip her over and fuck her right against the damn wall.

Run his mouth over every square inch of her delicious body.

Fuck . . .he felt his control spiraling, raw sexual need taking over as his mouth widened against hers, his tongue dancing against her own.

Too many clothes were between them.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Madison,” he growled, yanking that crop top off her. She’d been tempting him all week with the low-cut tops and flat, perfect belly.

God . . . those tits.Perfect mounds of flesh quivering in a turquoise bra begging to be ripped off. His mouth practically watered at the sight, and her bra was off a second later.

Her pink nipples were tight, peaking for him, and he swept the nubs against his palms, wanting to draw them into his mouth. Suck her hard, feel her twitch against the swirling of his tongue.

Gaze locked with his, her hand slipped below his waistband, her eyes widening as she wrapped her hand around him.

Yesss. Fuck. Yes.

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