Page 92 of Game Misconduct
“Maddox—”
“Say it,” I demand. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want it,” she breathes, wrecked and honest and so fucking beautiful I could die.
That’s all I need.
“You gonna stop me?” I rasp, voice dark and low against her mouth. “Tell me this is reckless? That you’re the boss and I should know better?”
She bites my bottom lip, eyes flashing.
“Not a chance.”
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding into her as I press her harder against the door. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“I think I do.”
I shift her weight in my arms and slide one hand beneath the slit of her dress, finding nothing but heat and bare skin.
No panties.
Jesus Christ.
“You wore this with nothing underneath?” I rasp, breath catching.
“I told you I wanted this.”
“I don’t know whether to punish you or call you a good girl,” I growl against her neck.
She gasps when I slide my middle finger inside her pussy, pumping it in and out, her wetness soaking my hand.
“Fuck me, you’re soaked. That’s all for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes…it’s all for you.”
“Well, then I guess that makes you a good girl.”
I slide in another finger and her hips move against my hand, her chest heaving against mine.
When I add pressure against her clit with my thumb, my name is like a prayer on her lips.
Control slips out of reach, and I fumble with my pants like a damn teenager.
I press into her, one arm braced against the doorframe, the other gripping her thigh as I angle my hips.
She’s already wet, already arching into me.
That’s when I realize there’s something different?—
“Fuck,” I ground out, “I don’t have a condom.”
Her eyes meet mine, those green depths glazed with lust but also something that looks like earnestness.
“I’m on the pill and safe. And I know you just had a physical.”
“Yeah, I’m safe too.”
And I’ve never,everhad sex without a condom.
