Page 97 of Madden

I wave Abel off and shake my head, stalking out of the room.

“Just let me know when you have some fuckin’ good news for me. Something, anything.”

I stomp upstairs to my bedroom but regret coming up here the moment I do. The blankets are still pulled back on the bed from where she was sleeping earlier. Even with her gone, I can still smell the faint scent of her perfume and feel her energy in the small space.

I’m frozen, staring at the bed we’ve shared together the last few days, thinking back to the other night when we made love right there after I told her I love her for the first time.

How can everything change so quickly? Like the flip of a switch and now she’s gone.

I take a seat on the edge of the bed, and my head sags between my shoulders before I collapse on the mattress. It only seems to make it worse because it’s as if her smell surrounds me.

I angrily push myself up and rip off the blankets and sheets, tearing everything off down to the mattress. I toss them in a pile in the corner of the room, telling myself I’ll do something with it in the morning.

I slug along into the bathroom, flip on the water, and rip my clothes off, adding another pile to the floor.

It’s as if I want to scrub every trace of her from my body and my memory, and this is the only way I know how.

I don’t bother waiting for the water to warm up before stepping into the shower. Leaning against the wall, I let the stream cascade down on me.

When I squeeze my eyes shut, she’s all I see.

Her long blond hair, those crystal-blue eyes. She’s here, everywhere, torturing me.

Even when she’s gone and I’m left with the memories of her, I’m still turned on by the thought of being with her again.

I wrap my hand around my dick and release a low hiss, squeezing my eyes shut.

I let my mind flutter back to the morning of the incident before everything was flipped upside down.

She had been waking up early to start her shift long before I dragged my sorry ass out of bed. That morning she was insistent on waking me up with her, and dammit, what an amazing wake-up it had been.

For that moment, I let my mind drift back to her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I grunt, lifting the white cotton sheet to find her grinning at me from between my legs.

“Trying to get you up.” She snickers, swiping her tongue over the tip of my cock.

I toss my head back and thrust my hips toward her, desperately wanting more. All thoughts evaporate when she takes me deep into her mouth, and I push the sheet away, tucking my arm under my head to give me a better view.

“You sure know how to make a man weak, baby.”

Her eyes glimmer with satisfaction, never taking them off me while she forces me deep in her mouth. Her hand follows along with her as she bobs up and down.

At this rate, if I don’t stop her now, this will be over before I have a chance to be inside her, and I know I don’t have a lot of time to drag this out.

I pull her up, and she narrows her eyes, sighing in disappointment.

“C’mere, baby. You won’t be mad at me for long, I promise.”

She crawls up my lap, and I roll her over, pinning her arms to the mattress. Her legs circle my waist, and I grind against her, hating how she’s still wearing her panties and the lace top she put on when she climbed into bed last night.

I pull the material down to reveal her nipple and suck the beaded flesh into my mouth. I nip and flick my tongue over the bud, releasing it with a pop.

I lean back onto my haunches and move her panties to the side, brushing my finger over her clit down to her pussy.

“Mmm,” I hum. “So wet and ready for me.”

Her body shudders, and her breath hitches.

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