Page 52 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"Just this room," I say. "And I really don't think she would mind. She's been our biggest cheerleader."

Madison laughs again. Then, her smile slowly fades as she tenses.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I'm just thinking about...you know," she whispers. "The outside world. The rest of the team for the Threshold. And of course..."

She doesn't have to say it--she's considering how to break the news to her father and Kylie. I'm sure her friend will be supportive, but Gavin...

She pulls her dress on over her head and shakes out her hair. Afterglow looks amazing on her--and I could get distracted by her beauty, but something is nagging at me.

"I have to admit, I kind of figured you would relish telling him," I say with a shrug. "Turnabout's fair play, right?"

"That's kind of the problem," she replies, coming back to bed and sitting at the edge. She reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing gently. "It's not about revenge. I don't know if it ever was."

I try to laugh it off. "I wouldn't be offended..."

"I mean it," she says. "I'm--I don't know where this is going, and I know we haven't talked about the future. I'm not going to pressure you into anything. But last night, you said you loved me, and I said I loved you, and making it about revenge...that cheapens it. What we have isn't cheap, and it isn't stupid, and it isn't a game."

"I know," I nod. I flip my hand over and take hers. "Does it scare you?"

"Not even a little bit," she whispers.

I'm about to kiss her again--undress her again, fuck her again, because I'll be damned if I don't want her--but someone suddenly knocks on the door.

"Good morning, my friends!" Delia's voice rings out. "Breakfast is ready if you want it, but take your time!"

Madison blushes bright red, and I burst out laughing. "Told you she didn't mind," I murmur, then raise my voice. "We'll be right down!"

"I guess I was probably loud enough to keep up the whole collective," Madison mutters.

"Probably," I shrug. "But I like making you scream my name."

She laughs and stands up. "You're worse than I thought you would be."

I give her a skeptical look. "What does that mean?"

"You were all sweetness and courtesy before we started fucking...and now you're dirty as hell," she says. She grabs her stuff again and looks at me from the door. "Are you getting dressed or what?"

I get out from under the blanket and walk toward her, taking her by the hips and pulling her close. She's not wearing any underwear, and I slide my hands up her thighs to grip her ass.

"After talking like that, maybe you need to be fucked again," I tell her. "You know...just to be shown that I'm not the only one who's dirtier than expected."

She cocks an eyebrow. "Maybe I do."

She's laughing as I bend her over, pulling her dress up around her waist.

But she stops laughing and starts moaning when I thrust home, doing exactly what I promised.

Twenty minutes later, we finally head downstairs, hand in hand, Madison looking even more ruffled than before. To her credit, she's not the only one; the artist types who live on the collective are equally messy, and I'm sure I'm not much better. Delia snorts and almost spits out her coffee when she sees us, patting two empty seats next to her with an invitation.

"You two really can't be stopped," she says as we sit down. "I feel like I should have put money on this."

"Well...we do work for you, so you kind of did," I say.

"Aw," Delia pouts. "I kind of got you two together, didn't I? Wow. Maybe I need to get into the matchmaking business. Pancakes?"

We both accept when she passes us a huge platter of pancakes, grabbing a couple and then dressing them up with butter and syrup. Madison digs in, and I can't help but watch her with pleasure.

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