Page 37 of Defending Madison

Her head pops up as her eyes ping open. “Sweetheart?”

I chuckie. “Yeah. Might as well move this thing along.”

The flight attendant opens the door as Madison wipes her eyes. “I’m sorry. I think I slept the whole way.”

“No worries. I love sleeping with you.”

Her eyes snap to the man getting up across from our seats. He smirks. “I didn’t hear anything. I’m not the one to go and tell tales.” He pretends to lock his lips with a key. “I’m heading to my grandparents’ ranch, but there’s an SUV waiting to take you two back to the Quad.”

“Thanks Cameron.”

Madison thanks him as he heads down the stairs. She turns and slugs my chest. “He’s going to think we’re sleeping together.”

“Well, you slept with me, so he probably already does.”

The flight attendant waves like the cartoon penguins as we go through the door and take the stairs to the ground. A man steps away from the idling SUV. “Your luggage is in the back. Thanks for flying Campbell Air.” He chuckles like it was the best joke ever spoken as I roll my eyes. I hold the back door open as Madison climbs into the back seat.

The CPSP driver asks. “Where to Mr. Dixon?”

“Back to the Quad.” It’s late. My watch reads after one in the morning, and my hands are itching to touch Madison. I have to admit her demeanor has changed as she’s listened to my messages. Little touches and her sleeping on me have my heart hoping. Her hand drifts to my leg.

“Why does everyone call you Dixon instead of Preston?”

I lean in to her. “Last names are more commonly used in training at the beginning. And when I got to the SEALs, there was a guy with the last name, Pressman, so it just made sense that they called me by my last name.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Are you hungry?”

She shakes her head. “Well, yeah, but I don’t have food at the apartment and nothing is open.”

My body jerks, ready to burst with a great idea. “Let me make you an early breakfast before you head to your apartment.”

Her eyes bear into mine as her inner debate works out her answer. “Sure. That’s nice.”

I lean back in the seat. “That’s me sweetheart. Mr. Nice.”

She scoffs. “I’m pretty sure ninety-nine out of a hundred people who know you would disagree.”

I move my arm around her in the seat, whispering. “The only person’s opinion that matters, is yours.”

Twenty minutes later, we pull into the underground garage beneath the Quad. “When do you have practice later?”

“Oh. We don’t. There aren’t any games this week, so we have today off.”

By the time we get out of the elevator and make the turn to get to my apartment, my cock is so hard it’s going to have a permanent zipper indentation. There is no way in hell she’s going to let me lure her to my bed. I’ve never wanted anything more. Opening the door, I set her bags in the living room as wehead into the kitchen. “Pepper, onions, and tomatoes in your eggs with a little shredded cheddar on top?”

She beams. “Wow. You’ve got a good memory.”

“Yeah. Like I said, I love to watch you eat, so I pay attention.” I move into the kitchen and set out the pan and grab ingredients from the fridge. “Will you have free time one evening this week?”

Her eyes bore into the back of my head as I stop myself from turning. I need to be patient. She sighs. “Yes. Why?”

“Oh. I thought I might take you on a date if you’ll let me.”

She sputters. “A date?”

“Yeah, a date.” I crack the eggs and drop in shredded cheese. Then I grab the bread and drop two slices into the toaster. Waiting. She doesn’t make me wait long before she answers.

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