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But Maddox is right. It’s only our first date. And I’m still pretty buzzed. He probably doesn’t want me to think he’s taking advantage of me.

Damn that Mrs. Tulgey.

Oh well. The moment is over.

He wraps his arm around me again. “I had a great time tonight, Alissa. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Neither can I,” I breathe.

He gives me one last kiss. “Good night, Alissa.”

“Good night, Maddox.”

He lingers over my lips for a second. Two seconds. Three. Four. Five.

He wants to. I can feel the electricity vibrating between our lips.

He wants to take me into my bedroom, strip me naked, and fuck me into next week.

But finally, after several more seconds have passed, he breaks away from me and takes a few steps down the stairs.

I reach for my keys inside my coat pocket. I place them in the door and unlatch the lock. Maddox stands on the landing, watching me until I finally close the door.

My God, what anight.

And what akiss.

His lips on mine, his hands all over my body, his tongue on my neck and my ear.

I hang my coat up, chills running up and down my body.

I get undressed and toss my sopping wet panties into the hamper.

Damn.

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MADDOX

Holy fuck.

Holy ever-living God-almighty fuck.

Not even the cold of winter’s night can soothe the rock-hard ache in my pants.

Mad Maddox came out tonight.

The untethered, savage side of my personality. The animal inside the man, the predator stalking its prey, the tiger on the prowl…

The man on the hunt.

I had every intention of going into Alissa’s apartment, having that drink. Maybe make out a little, but nothing more.

But then Mad Maddox came out. And I knew that if I went inside that apartment, I would fuck the living daylights out of Alissa. Spread her out naked on the bed, dive in between her legs, first with my tongue, and then with my cock.

My cock, which is still hard under my pants.

Part of me wants to turn back around, pound on her door, and take her to bed right fucking now.

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