Page 66 of Dirty Dix

“So how ’bout you let me buy you a cup to say thank you for letting me crash?” she says with a smile.

I nod. I’m all for the idea of spending any extra time I can with Madison. But I suggest, “How about I buy, seeing as you’re penniless?”

Madison smirks. “I have my ways of getting what I want.” My eyes widen before they drop to her chest.

She sees my obvious approval and laughs. “Not that, you pervert.”

I raise my hands in innocence. “Hey, I’m only human.” I witness her cheeks turn a lovely pink.

Deciding to focus on what’s important, I ask, “Did you call Mary?”

Madison shakes her head. “No, I didn’t want to be rude and use your phone without asking.”

“Oh, so you decided to hunt through my cupboards instead?” I playfully tease, and she nods.

“That was a matter of life and death,” she states like it’s a no-brainer.

“And getting you home isn’t?” I ask with interest.

Madison shyly looks at her feet and shrugs. “What can I say? Your bed is way comfier than mine, and besides, is that a memory foam pillow?” she says, finally raising her eyes.

I laugh at her adorability and nod. “Well, you’re welcome back anytime,” I avow, but pause when I realize how that sounded.

“Dr. Mathews, I just may take you up on that offer. I mean, I’ve read that studies show that memory foam promotes proper alignment when you sleep. So for science alone, I really should return,” she reasons with a smile.

I try not to let my enthusiasm shine through. “Precisely. We’re both health professionals, and if we don’t look after our bodies, then how are we meant to look after others?” I counter, and Madison nods.

“So it’s settled. You must spend another night to really determine if these studies are, in fact, correct,” I say, using my professional voice.

Madison giggles. “Yup, it’s a price I must pay for the health of my spinal column.”

Holy shit, how did this happen? We have just completely fake-reasoned to one another why Madison needs to stay another night in my bed, and it’s got nothing to do with my damn pillow, or her spine. The thought of her spending another night doesn’t help my current situation, but it’s a small price to pay to have Madison in my bed for another night. Here’s hoping Juliet doesn’t decide on another impromptu visit.

“How about you call Mary and let her know you’re alive. I’m not going to lie, she does scare me a little, um…a lot,” I confess, and Madison cackles.

“It’s okay. She scares everyone.”

Thankfully, she stands, and I smile. “I’ll just shower. Give me twenty?”

“Okay, see you in twenty,” she says and gives me a small wave before she leaves.

I wait a couple of seconds, and when the coast is clear, I throw off the covers, desperate to take control of this raging erection. Just as I’m about to leap out of bed, Madison ducks her head around the doorjamb and asks, “Which remote control is for the TV? You have like, five.”

I scramble for the blankets and quickly cover my lap, hoping I appear nonchalant as I reply, “The one with the plastic panel at the bottom.”

“Okay, great, thanks,” and she disappears as quickly as she appeared.

Taking a deep breath, I decide to try again, but the moment I kick off the covers and attempt to stand, Madison’s face reappears in my doorway.

“Is it okay to use your landline?”

Quickly sitting back down and hastily crossing my leg over my tenting erection, I awkwardly attempt to look relaxed by resting my elbow on my thigh and leaning into my palm. “Of course,” I reply with a strained smile, drumming my fingers against my cheek.

Madison looks at me strangely, but thankfully, she doesn’t address my sudden insanity and nods. “Okay, thanks.” And her face vanishes once again.

I wait a full minute, just in case she has any other questions, but when I’m in the clear, I practically jump up and run to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Letting out a deep breath, I look at my reflection in the mirror, and my rampant hard-on stares back, begging me to put it out of its misery. I feel disgusting doing this with Madison in the next room, but it’s either this or I end up dry-humping her leg by lunchtime.

Turning on the shower, I strip down and step into the scorching heat as opposed to the traditional cold one. Whoeversaid a cold shower is the remedy for a raging libido is a damn fool. I’ll take heated water, soap, my hand, and images of Madison’s agile body lying next to me any day over hypothermia.

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