Page 82 of Madden

He pulls away, flipping the drumsticks between his fingers and stares at me. He’s trying to play coy, as if he’s unaware of the effects he has on my body with one simple touch.

“Brielle,” he counters.

He reaches for the button of my shorts. One of the perks of working from home is getting away with lounging in my denim shorts and a tank top. I kept my cardigan next to me at the table for the times when I had to jump on a video call, but for the most part, I’ve been able to dress casually.

I move to stand between him and his drums, letting him unzip my shorts and push them down my legs until they fall at my feet.

I climb back on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into me again.

“What about you?” I mumble.

“It can wait.”

I shake my head, and he smirks, pushing me to lean back until my shoulders drape across the top of his drum.

My eyes flash to him in a panic. “You’ll be fine. I’d never let anything happen to you.”

The meaning behind those words with everything that’s gone on recently makes me wonder if there’s something I don’t know.

I try to push those fears out of my mind. That’s the point of me coming to see him anyway. For both of us to distract each other and be here together.

There’s nowhere else I want to be.

He grips my breast in both of his hands, and I sigh. He’s trying like hell to take it slow, but I don’t miss the way his eyes keep flicking down to my center.

He slowly traces my nipple with his drumstick, and my stomach quivers when he continues his path. He lifts his thumb to his mouth, wetting it before reaching between us to circle over my clit.

I tilt my head back and release a throaty moan.

“Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he growls. “You’re just impatient.”

“Yes, you are, and you’re driving me crazy.”

His eyes glimmer, and I can tell he’s holding back the urge to laugh. When I reach under his hand to brush over my clit, he pushes me away and sternly mutters my name under his breath.

It’s a warning, and damn if I’m not ready to push his buttons right back, like he does mine.

When I snap my hand back to my center again, he grabs my wrist, and his face drops.

“When you’re with me, you and your pleasure are for me to give. Do you understand?”

“Madden.”

“Do you understand?”

I yank my arm away from him with a huff, and he pulls me until I’m sitting up. He grips my hips, urging me to stand, and turns me around to face his drums. He traces a line up my spine before his voice comes out in a low rumble.

“Bend over,” he orders.

I flick my eyes over my shoulder at him before he pushes on my back. He moves my hands to grip the stand next to the drums, giving me more leverage with something to hold.

It’s not until he spreads my ass cheeks apart and I feel the warmth of his breath on my most intimate parts that I start to relax. Although it lasts only a second before I feel his finger brush over my clit and dip into my pussy.

I drop my head between my shoulders and moan, forcing myself back, seeking more of him. He digs his fingers into my ass and mutters for me not to move.

He growls, nipping and biting at my flesh.

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