Page 75 of Feast

“Good girl,” he rumbled, and she would’ve slid out of the chair like a limp noodle if Jules hadn’t been watching. “I’ll let you know when the results are in.”

“Okay,” she said faintly.

“I hope your day gets better.”

“It just did,” she confessed, and his low laugh sounded in her ear before the line went dead.

She replaced the receiver carefully and turned what she hoped was a non-lust-filled face to Jules. “Sorry about that. Ready to go?”

“Sure.” Jude waited while Maddie gathered her coat from the closet and slipped it on. As they started out, she asked, “Who was on the phone?”

Maddie pushed through the outer door into the bright, bitter cold. “A friend.”

Jules shot her a glance out of knowing eyes as they started the chilly walk across campus. “Must be a damn good friend to put that smile on your face.”

“We’ll see,” Maddie murmured. “We’ll see.”

Spence gothis STD results on Wednesday, but Maddie had a budget meeting on Wednesday night and he had poker night on Thursday. So on Friday night at 6:44 pm—exactly one hour and fourteen minutes after she got out of work—Maddie lay sprawled out on Spence’s Wyoming king, eyes closed and body still humming from two orgasms, with come dripping out of her freshly fucked pussy onto the protective towel they’d laid down.

She pried open one eye at the touch of a warm, wet cloth on her thigh.

“Well?” Spence asked.

She stretched, all but purring under his touch. “I like the cleanup part.”

He chuckled, smoothing the cloth over her labia. “And the rest?”

“Nice,” she decided after a moment’s thought.

He looked at her face, his hand stilling on her mound. “Nice?”

“Hmmm.” The feel of him bare inside her had been…potent, she decided. “Very nice. And hot.”

His hand started moving again. “I’ll agree with hot.”

“Okay,” she sighed, and feeling deliciously used and a little sleepy, let her eyes drift shut again.

He chuckled, and after a moment lifted the cloth away. She kept her eyes closed, listening to him walk back to the bathroom, the water running as he rinsed out the washcloth. When the bed dipped, she opened her eyes again.

He was sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at her. “Hi, handsome.”

“Hello, gorgeous,” he replied and skimmed a hand over her right breast. “Hurt?”

She glanced down at the rope marks circling the soft globe, bright red against her pale skin. “Not now.”

“Was it too much?”

“No.”

“Good.” He lifted his hand from her breast and laid it on the curve of her belly. “You hungry?”

His hand was heavy, and oddly comforting. “God, yes. The only thing I had time to eat at lunch was a granola bar.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Because work is a shit show, and I have to shovel it.”

“You should’ve told me.”

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