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Her tongue flicks out, leaving a trail of wetness across my earlobe, and her hands snake around my waist, pulling me closer to her, our breasts flush against each other.

Her lips ghost over mine, her hot breath blowing on them, and her tongue flicking out to lick my bottom lip.

“Natasha, you in here?” We’re interrupted by a small redhead walking into the room. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, Chloe. This is our new talent, Belle.” Realization dawns on Chloe's face. She realizes I was in the middle of the interview process.

“So, when do I start?” I subtly step away from her. Thankfully, she doesn’t notice.

“How about tomorrow night? Around eight?”

“I’ll be here.” I grab my dress off the stage and pull it back on. “Nice to meet you, Chloe. You too, Natasha.” They both watch me leave. I take a deep breath when I leave the club.

I notice Maddox’s truck in the driveway when I pull in. “I’m home,” I say, opening the door. I immediately feel weird for saying that.

“I’m upstairs.” I follow his voice up the stairs and find him in his bedroom. He’s standing in the middle of the room, towel wrapped around his waist, obviously straight out of the shower.

“Did you have a good day?” he asks with a smile. His panty dropping smile. Suddenly, I remember that I’m a bit tightly wound after what happened at the club.

“I did. I got a job at Firefly.” He raises his eyebrow at the mention of the strip club. “What? You didn’t think I’d just change my profession, did you?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I didn’t. How did it go at Firefly?”

“Well, I had an audition and my boss felt me up. Just another night at a strip club.” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. I know my mention of being felt up is going to piss him off.

“Your boss did what?”

“She felt me up. She ran her fingers up my body. She had her hands on my breasts. She nibbled on my earlobe.” I pull my dress off and watch his eyes travel up and down my body.

“She?” His voice is husky now.

I walk over to him and run my thumb across his bottom lip. “Yes, she. Do you really think I’d let another man touch me after I’ve had you?” His eyes blaze from my confession.

His hands grip the back of my head, and he pulls me flush against him. Our lips crash together. All of that pent-up sexual tension coursing through my body is finally getting a release.

“You’re mine,” he growls into my mouth.

“You think I don’t know that?” My head falls back and his mouth travels down my throat. His facial hair is rough against my skin.

He shoves me lightly onto his bed and his mouth continues to travel down my body. I’m afraid that no one will ever make my body feel the way it does when I’m with Maddox. He’s ruined me.

His hands push my legs open wider and he settles between them. When he stares up at me, I feel something inside of me click. If I were capable of feeling anything, this would be the moment where I would confess my love for him.

He lowers his gaze and when the first swipe of his tongue hits my most sensitive spot, I grip the sheets. The magic this man makes with his mouth still surprises me. “Fuck, Maddox.” I can’t control myself when it comes to him.

My body is a trembling mess when he makes his way back up my body. He’s still cherishing me even after giving me one hell of an orgasm.

I capture his mouth with mine, not even phased with the taste of myself on his lips. Our eyes lock. I don’t have to say anything to him, I’m afraid he knows exactly how I feel without me saying a word.

Every time he’s inside of me, every time he looks at me like that, it’s almost as if he’s stitching together a piece of my shattered heart.

My cold, black heart beats a little faster when Maddox is around. It comes to life.

He presses his forehead against mine. Our breathing is heavy, and we never break eye contact. This is the most intense sex I’ve ever had. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be scared out of my mind.

Chapter 16

Maddox

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