Page 49 of Mad Love

Tired of my past complicating the present moment, I scoot closer to Maddox, nuzzle the underside of his jaw with my nose, and inhale his scent. There’s a hint of soap mixed with the distinct smell of a man. I could lay in bed all day with my head resting in the crook of his neck and never tire of his scent.

“Blaise, fuck, baby, you doing that turns me on.”

“Really?”

He brings my gloved hand to his crotch. His erection under his boxers is thick beneath my fingertips. I linger, trailing feather-light caresses up and down his length.

“You said I get to set the pace. I have an idea.”

“I’m liking the sound of that.”

“Good. Condoms?”

“Blaise?”

“Condoms, Maddox. Now, please.”

He chuckles. “Fuck, I love your take-no-prisoners tone. Top drawer of my nightstand, baby. Don’t be long.”

“Gotcha. Hang hard. I mean, hang tight.”

“Ha-ha. Don’t leave me hanging, Blaise.”

“Never that.”

And I hope to God, when I need Maddox the most, he’ll come through for me and won’t leave me hanging.

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