Page 46 of Madden

“Fuck, baby, you even sound turned on. It’s fuckin’ sexy. Tell me, I need to hear how wet you are for me.”

“So wet, so turned on.”

“We’ll make this quick because I’m hard as a rock too.”

The visual of Madden’s large hand fisting his dick is clear in my mind. Even thinking of the night we spent at my place sends a shiver through me.

His hands, those fingers, set a perfect rhythm while he got me off.

“Spread your legs open for me and lift your heels onto your desk, and I want you to slide your fingers inside you. Fuck your pussy for me, baby.”

I do as he says, slipping my shoes off and leaning back into my seat with my feet on the edge of my desk. I slip my finger back inside me, adding a second one, and release a breathy sigh.

“That feel good?”

“So good, I’m picturing they’re your fingers.”

“Brush your thumb over your clit for me.”

I twist my wrist and strain my ears when I hear the slick, jerking sound.

“Fuckkk,” he moans. I picture him spitting on his hand and increasing the tempo.

The sound of his throaty groans mixed with each flick of my finger over my clit has my vision going blurry, stars dancing in my eyes.

“I’m close,” I mutter, each word coming out strangled and forced.

“Let me hear you, baby. Fuck your fingers and let me taste them.”

His crass words in my ear urging me on send a wave of euphoria over me. My body tenses as I start to tremble, fighting to keep my moans low out of fear that someone could hear me.

“Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck.” Madden curses, and I sag in relief against my chair.

Look at what this man has done to me. I’ve never been like this, so brazen and wild, with anyone else.

I’m so fucking weak when it comes to him. I’ll do anything when his dirty words are only for me.

We stay quiet for a few minutes.

“You never told me what the other thing is you wanted to talk to me about.”

“Oh, right.” He pauses. His voice changes as if he’s hesitant to talk about it now. Maybe out of fear of it changing the mood. “We have an event tonight. I meant to tell you about it when we were together last weekend.”

“You mean the Grammy’s?” I smirk.

“That’s the one.” He chuckles. “I know you’ll probably see pictures online or even watch it on TV, and I wanted you to hear it from me, but I have a date I’ll be taking with me.”

“Oh.” The line falls silent.

“I know what you’re probably thinking—”

I cut him off. “What am I thinking, Madden?”

He sighs, and I sit up in my chair, massaging my fingers into my forehead.

What am I supposed to think? My biggest fear is letting myself get tangled up with him, only to turn into another one of his meaningless flings. He’s gotten what he wanted from me. Do I wait for him to toss me to the side now?

“It’s not what you’re thinking, I can tell you that much. I’ve been friends with Tonya for years. Not the type of friend you are, either.”

“Tonya Lively?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. “She’s joined me at other events in the past. It’s good exposure for her, and I hate being the only one to show up to these things alone.”

Of course, I know who she is. She’s been photographed with Madden before. Even though he’s reassured me it’s not what I think, I still can’t help but wonder now what their history is.

“I wish you were going with me instead.”

“Yeah…” I whisper. “Me too.”

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