Page 140 of Game Misconduct
There’s a rustle on his end. The unmistakable shift of sheets. A breathless curse.
“Maddox?”
“I’m stroking my cock, baby,” he says, low and filthy. “Thinking about how sweet you tasted. How fucking tight your cunt is around me.”
I squeeze my thighs together, breath trembling. “Tell me.”
“I’d have you under me again, spread out, shaking. My mouth on your pussy, my fingers deep inside you. I’d keep you there—right on the edge—until you scream.”
My fingers move faster, hips lifting.
“You close?” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he grits out. “Touch yourself harder, Sloane. Let me hear you fall apart.”
“Maddox—”
“God, I want you under me,” he pants. “Want to fuck you so deep you forget every damn boardroom and stat sheet. I want you messy. Mine.”
The orgasm takes me like a riptide, sudden and hard. My breath catches on a moan, head thrown back, thighs trembling as his voice drives me over.
He lets out a sharp gasp—low, broken, desperate.
“Jesus…Fuck,” he groans. “You should’ve seen how fast I came, princess. You wreck me.”
Silence stretches as we both catch our breath. The only sound is the soft hum of the city around me and the ragged cadence of our breathing.
Then his voice comes again, quieter this time. Unsteady.
“You ever think about what this could’ve been if we weren’t who we are?”
The question scrapes across my chest like broken glass.
“I try not to,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he says. “Me too.”
But he doesn’t stop. Like something in him is cracking wide open in the dark.
“You don’t leave my head, Sloane. Even when I want you to.You’re just…there. Embedded. Like you rewired something in me and now I don’t know how to turn it off.”
My fingers press to my lips, holding in everything I want to say.
I close my eyes, throat thick.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he admits. “I don’t know how to do this right. But I know I don’t want to be just a mistake you regret.”
The silence after that is crushing.
So I give him the only thing I can. The one sure and true thing I know when it comes to Maddox.
“You’ve never been a mistake.”
It’s not everything he needs. Not even close.
But it’s all I have tonight.
“You’ve still got another day on the road,” I say finally.
