Page 64 of Cadence
Let her see exactly what she does to me.
“Maddox—” Her voice is a breathy whisper.
Her eyes on me are almost enough to unravel me completely.
“Paige,” I rasp roughly.
Her tongue flicks out, wetting her bottom lip, her attention darting to the laptop.
“So that’s what you’re using it for?”
“You knew I kept it.”
“Yeah. I just didn’t think you’d actually listen to it.”
Her eyes catch mine again, and something electric passes between us. Not shame. Not regret. Just unadulterated hunger.
“You could’ve deleted it,” she says, voice dropping. “But you didn’t.”
“Why would I?” I ask, flexing my hand deliberately around the base of my cock, not bothering to hide the effect she has on me. “When it’s the best recording I’ve ever heard.”
Her throat works on a swallow, breath hitching.
I lean back slightly, but don’t stop touching myself. “What are you doing in here?”
“You didn’t close the door properly,” she bites out, squaring her shoulders, the fight I’m starting to thrive on seeping into her body. “And your laptop isn’t exactly quiet.”
“So, what?” My eyes narrow. “You think Iwantedto get caught?”
Did I?
Maybe. Maybe I fucking did.
“What if someone else heard it? What if Beau or Eli walked in?”
I stop stroking, just for a second, and look her dead in the eye. “You think I’d let anyone else hear you like that?”
Her eyes flash with fire as my hand starts to move again. “This part of you…it’s mine. Every breath. Every moan. Every fucking sound you made? I’ll never fucking share that.”
She shifts, thighs pressing together, like she’s trying not to react. But I can see her pulse rioting through her veins, the way her eyes try to focus on my face, but fail, dragging back to my hand.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, mouth quirking. “You like that I’ve kept it. That I’ve played it more than once.”
“You’re such a cocky asshole,” she snaps, but it’s too breathless to really land.
“And yet you’re still standing here.” I smirk, my gaze doing a lazy sweep over her. “So either close the door…or turn around and walk out.”
Her arms cross over her chest, and yeah, I see the way her nipples push tight against her shirt, my mouth watering to suck them in between my teeth and bite.
“So what are you gonna do, Paige?” I taunt. “Pretend you never decided to walk in here,unawareof what I was doing? Or are you going to join me so I can make good on my promise and make you come quicker this time?”
She doesn’t blink, but doesn’t back away either.
“We said it would only happen one time,” she whispers, almost like she’s reminding herself, like she knows she’s already halfway to letting it happen again.
“Then it’s a good thing I won’t be the one touching you.” I let the implication land as a coy smile tugs at my lips. “Loophole, Paige. Take it.”
“Maddox—” She says my name like it’s a plea, like she needs one last thing to help her cross the line.
