Page 45 of Madden

“Mm-hmm,” he says. I guess we’re both feeling the same about it then.

“If that’s not why you’re calling me, then what’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“There were a couple of reasons, actually. We have our album release party this Saturday. It’s here in Carolina Beach. I know it’s last minute, and it may be hard for you to get the time off on short notice, but I was hoping you would join me. As my date,” he says. “My real date.”

“A real date, huh? This seems like it’s getting serious.”

“Mm-hmm,” he hums again. “Very serious.”

I smirk. “Two dates in such a short period. What will people say when they see us together now?”

“Who cares? We both know they’ll always find something to talk about, and I just don’t give a shit about some things anymore.”

“I know.” I sigh. I never thought it would be my job making this difficult between us. “We can still go as friends, right?”

“There’s that friend line again,” he grunts. “I’m starting to hate it.”

“It’s only while we’re at the drop party. Then after, when we get back to your place, we can go back to us.”

“Us,” he says. “I like the sound of that. What you mean is when I go back to having you all to myself and enjoying every inch.”

My face warms, and I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining him spreading my legs open while he runs his finger through my folds before he licks my pussy.

I don’t even realize the change in my breathing or the way I clench my thighs together in a desperate plea for friction. Something, anything to ease the desire.

“Is your office door shut, Brielle?”

I exhale a deep breath through my nostrils and turn back to the door, double-checking that Davis closed it behind him when he left.

“Yes,” I mutter.

“Mmm, good. Go ahead and flip the lock.”

I roll my chair back and twist the lock on the door. It dawns on me that if someone were to come looking for me, they may try to open my door and realize something is going on.

“I don’t need anyone walking in on us.”

Us. There’s that word again.

“What are you wearing?”

I glance down my body to the tweed pencil skirt and the black ruffle top, getting a peek of my white lace bra underneath.

“A skirt and a top.”

“Perfect,” he hums. “Pull up your skirt, Brielle. Up to your waist so you can reach my pussy.”

“Madden,” I mutter breathlessly, craning my neck to the side to hold the phone to my ear while I tug the material around my waist.

“Okay, I did.”

“Good girl,” he says, and I roll my eyes closed at the sound. “I think it’s time I show you how good of a friend I can be.”

“Madden,” I plead. “Tell me what you want me to do, but hurry. I need you so bad right now, and I don’t want to get caught.”

“Are you wet, baby? Slide your fingers into your panties and tell me how wet my pussy is for me.”

I push my underwear to the side and slip my fingers into my matching white lace underwear. My heart sputters when I do, continuing my path to enter myself, and I moan.

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