Page 68 of Tender Offer
“Your eyes.” She shudders as my fingertips brush across her neck. “The breath you held.” The back of my hand caresses the arch of her sacral region. “The flush heating your skin.” My grip tightens at her uneven breath. “Your pupils are dilating right now. I figured you’d say yes because I think you’re an exhibitionist.”
“A what?” A bitter edge creeps through her desire.
“Someone who gets pleasure from being watched,” I say with a kiss to the shell of her ear. “Do you remember how wet you were with her eyes on your magnificent body? Did you like it, Puff?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation.
“You know what else? I think you’re a voyeur like me.”
Madison’s inquisitiveness at seeing Gisele mount herself onto a dildo was undeniable. She was angry—understandably so—atthe idea of me pursuing her while playing with others. She still enjoyed the show, the same way she enjoyed watching the scenes at Ravenous.
“Does she do that every time she visits?”
“It’s not uncommon,” I admit. “She works a high-stress corporate job and comes to me for release. I swear to you, I haven’t called Gisele or anyone else since you came back into my life. I don’tneedany theatrics. It’s entertaining, but it’s not a requirement. I like to watch, and I participate sometimes, when I feel like it.”
“What about when we were in Paris?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t unlock this part of me until years later. Work left little room for anything else. Over time, the few women who held my interest signed NDAs and agreed to keep our relations private. They come and go, like Gisele, who I met two years ago. We only see each other twice a quarter, and only in my office.”
“And Stephanie?” Madison’s eyes flick to mine.
“Never. Unlike my father, I don’t screw my assistants. She manages my schedule, but that’s all. My office is soundproof, and I only allotted thirty minutes for those meetings in the past. Gisele wasn’t on my calendar today. I never approved the request, and I’ll have words with Stephanie.”
Madison exhales and relaxes in my arms. The fact she’s still letting me hold her is a good sign. I kiss her cheek as she settles against my chest.
“This is a lot to take in, Preston,” she says with a shadow of alarm. “I have no claim to you, regardless of how I feel.”
“You have my heart, Puff. Always have.”
“If we’re going to give us another try, I have to be the only one. Gisele might share, but I’ll be damned.”
I chuckle and pull her closer. “You are and will always be enough. I’m open to exploring kinks with you, but I don’t need them. The entirety of you fulfills me.”
The air shifts to allow breathing room for the idea of an us to take root. I’ll do whatever it takes to make Madison realize she’s safe loving me again. I wait for her mind to decongest of the doubts and fears still clinging to her.
After a few seconds of silence, Madison whispers, “I have a confession. Today wasn’t the first time I’ve done something like that in front of someone. There was a place…with a man. I wanted him to be you.”
“Did you now?”
Her lip quivers at the swipe of my thumb. “Yes.”
“I have a confession of my own. I invited you and your friend to Ravenous that night.” The name startles her gasp and activates my smirk. “I created it, as a safe place to indulge in fantasies without compromising your identity.”
Shock chases the words back into Madison’s throat. Her eyes widen as she stares, speechless.
“You were there?”
I nod.
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Puff. It was me.”
Chapter 36
Madison
Vintage never misses.
