Page 90 of Mad Love

“You spank me,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks flame as he grinned, “and it hurts, but when Gary hits me… That isn’t okay? But what you do is?” I was fucking this up.

Ryan’s mouth fell open and he scrambled off me so fast he nearly fell off the bed. “Maddie.” He raked a hand through his hair, looking shocked and sick.

Oh, no.

I’d definitely fucked this up.

“Do you…” His voice shook, but I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or emotion as his blue eyes flashed in the darkening room. “Do you think you have to… That I’d make you—”

“No!” I practically shouted, lunging forward and grabbing his arm when I thought he’d run. “I didn’t mean… Dammit, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant at all.” I let him go and fell back, drawing my knees to my chest and hugging them. I pressed my lips into a hard line, trying to swallow my tears. Closing my eyes, I dropped my forehead to my knees. “Can we just rewind the last five minutes and forget I said anything?”

“No,” he replied, sounding baffled and worried. “Mads, you’ve gotta clear this up for me. Jesus, do you think I’m like Gary?”

“God, no.” My head snapped up, shaking back and forth vehemently. “No. Absolutely not. I just don’t understand why I feel this way with you and it’s so right, but Gary does something similar and it’s wrong.”

Ryan stared at me, concern in his expression.

I shrugged again, helpless and confused. “Does that mean something’s wrong with me?”

He watched me for another beat before huffing out a laugh and crawling back across the bed to pick me up and settle me in his lap. “Baby, there’s nothing wrong with you or the millions of other people who like a little kink in their relationship. Just because you like me spanking your ass or fucking this perfect mouth until you choke—” he leaned in for a fast kiss “—doesn’t mean anyone else gets to touch you without your consent, or hurt you.”

I bit my lower lip. “Right.”

“Mads, do you think I’d force you to do something if you said you wanted to stop?”

“Of course not.” No way. I trusted Ryan implicitly with my heart and body.

He touched his forehead to mine. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Madison. You’re perfect, and you’re mine.”

I tipped my head back to kiss him, sinking into the feel of his lips on mine as I accepted the truth in his words. Nothing could be wrong about the way he made me feel, reckless and safe at the same time. How he kept me grounded but gave me the strength and freedom to soar.

His hand slipped up my rib cage to palm one of my breasts, his thumb stroking over the tight peak as I whimpered into his mouth. I was achy between my thighs in a way that made me want to sit on a bag of frozen peas, and yet I still felt arousal simmering in my blood.

Fuck it. I’d find the bag of peas after this one last time.

I lifted up and straddled him, my slit rubbing against his half-hard cock. I knew from experience it would take him less than a minute to get fully hard and impale me, so I grinded against him like a cat in heat, enjoying the sensations rippling from my pussy as I took my time.

His hands clamped down on my waist. “Thought you needed a break.”

“Turns out I need you more.” I moaned as the hard tip of his cock pressed on my clit. I’d just reached between us, ready to guide him into me, when the sharp trill of a phone pierced the quiet.

I froze, my hand wrapped around his dick as I made eye contact with him.

The phone rang again, and he swore. “It’s Ash’s ringtone.”

I nodded, guessing as much.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and answered the call on speaker. “Yeah?”

“Fucking hell,” Ash griped. “Don’t you two check your messages? I’ve been texting for the last five minutes.”

Ryan shot me an amused look as he replied, “We’ve been busy.”

“Right,” Ash muttered, and I could picture the exasperated look on his face. “Well, get yourselves decent. Pandora set the time for tonight.”

My eyes went wide. “T-tonight?”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t have to go, Mads. We can find another way.”

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