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  “I’m not doing this right now, Madox. I’m not fighting or dealing with… all that right now.”

  “The last thing I want to do is fight,” I tell her carefully, watching how she absorbs every word. “I didn’t mean to put you on edge.”

  “You always put me on edge, Madox. You are everything and I am so small in comparison. You own New York and I’ve never had my own place, or even a car. I’ve been scared to see you for years and you just strode over and told me you want to fuck me. No… no, you said you will be fucking me.” She corrects herself.

  “I’m not taking back that last statement.” I speak calmly, letting her know what I want. None of her concerns matter. They’ve never mattered to me.

  “Of course you’re not.”

  “Did you miss me?” I question her with the only thing that is of concern.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want me now?” I ask her and she nods, her chest rising higher with a deeper breath. “Then tell me the truth. Why are you trying to leave me again?” I ask her, steadying her as she stares up at me with wide eyes.

  She breathes out her answer like it’s the only truth she’s ever known. “You make me feel like I should run.”

  “Don’t run tonight.”

  Sophie’s already shaking her head, her eyes closed tight as she gets ready to bite back with another argument, another reason we shouldn’t get together tonight. Another reason she shouldn’t be mine. I can already see it.

  That’s not the girl I want tonight. We can fight tomorrow. Tonight I only want her screaming in pleasure. I miss her too much. I need her too much.

  She was never good at fighting after I fucked her. She just needs to remember that.

  My hands tangle in her hair as I crash my lips against hers. The electricity, the sparks that flew with just her hand on mine earlier intensify.

  At first she’s stiff, her small hands nearly pushing against my chest, but then she moans, parting her lips and running her fingertips up to my neck, pulling me closer to her as I slip my tongue between the seam of her soft lips.

  Her mouth is warm and inviting as she presses her body against mine, and I have to groan. It comes from deep inside of me. I haven’t felt like this in years. This primal need to get lost in bed with her.

  Her nails scratch down my neck softly, making me that much harder for her. With her breasts pressed against my chest, she lolls her head back to breathe.

  My eyes open slowly, focused on her swollen lips and her half-lidded eyes.

  “Let me tell you what I want,” I say, barely keeping my voice even. I can feel eyes on us and I know some of them belong to my employees, but they can mind their own fucking business.

  My statement brings Sophie back to the present from wherever she’s wandered. She blinks away the desire from her eyes and nods slightly. The intensity still crackles between us as I tell her, “I want you to come home with me.”

  “That’s a bad idea,” she answers in merely a whisper. Her eyes reach mine and she tells me, “You’re a bad idea.”

  “You’ve called me worse,” I answer her and lean down just slightly, enough so I can brush my lips against hers.

  She’s the one who kisses me this time as I pull away, getting up on her tiptoes to steal a quick but deep kiss. Both of my arms wrap around her and I lower my forehead to hers, not breaking her gaze.

  She has the upper hand here, but I know it will change soon. It can’t change soon enough.

  “We can go back to your place.” The words are sinful on her lips.

  “Good. We’re going to get one thing out of the way in the cab ride. Finish your drink; you’re going to need it.”

  Chapter 4

  Sophie

  Seven years ago

  “I’ve never been with anyone,” I tell Madox afterward. My insecurities destroy all the little bits of happiness I just felt last night.

  “I like that,” is all Madox responds before brushing the hair from my cheek and then kissing me again. He does it in a way where I feel his touch everywhere. From his lips pressed against mine, to his warmth flowing down my skin. And then even lower.

  He doesn’t say anything else, but he keeps kissing me. Maybe I should ask more questions, but I’m afraid of the answers.

  I don’t know what I am to him. I know I don’t want this to change though. It can’t last, but I don’t want it to change.

  Today

  I wasn’t going to down the drink Madox ordered, but fuck it. One more isn’t going to push me over the edge. Besides, I’m with Madox and whenever I’m with him, there is no edge. All I do is free fall when I’m with him.

  All my best-laid plans of avoiding him are shot to hell.

  I have to remind myself that it’s still a fresh start for me, and I’m still focusing on my career, even if I lose my mind and do stupid things whenever I get within five feet of this man.

  By the time Madox opens the cab door for me and the night air is blowing against my face, the alcohol is humming in my blood, just like my desire for him to use me.

  Maybe it’s odd, but I feel like I deserve to be used by him, like it’s been a long time coming.

  I’m still going to claim I have boundaries and self-respect. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be fucked though, right?

  With my hand in Madox’s, I lower myself to the seat and pretend like his thumb brushing along my wrist isn’t everything I’ve missed.

  Simple touches, the sweetness of it.

  My heart longs for something more, but I tell it to shut up. I don’t want to think. I think too much when it comes to him. Or maybe I don’t think enough. Maybe I overthink nothing with him.

  One thing I know for certain is when he’s close to me, all I can think about is pleasing him. I have an innate need to please him. I want to know more than anything that he’s happy with me – even though I’m well aware it’s not a healthy thought to have.

  I’m left alone in the backseat to settle my wristlet in my lap as he rounds the car, preparing to take me back to his place, and that small truth forms a lump in my throat. For a second, I nearly jump out of the cab and into the street. He makes me feel like everything, yet at the same time, so obviously inferior. Nothing will ever change that, the power imbalance is simply too drastic. It always has been.

  His door is open before I can move, and he gives the cab driver his address.

  “Lie down, it’ll help with your headache,” Madox tells me and I’m slow to register what he’s said. The realization surprises me and then excites me. This isn’t the first time we’ve fooled around in a cab. “If you’re still feeling hot, take off your hoodie.” He adds to the cab driver, “She had a little too much to drink tonight.”

  I barely get a glance of the driver’s gaze in the rearview mirror before telling Madox, “I’ll just rest my eyes for the ride.”

  Heat blooms in the pit of my stomach. My fingers tingle as I slowly take off my hoodie, feeling foolish for wearing it and realizing I’m still in the same clothes I wore on the long-ass plane ride over here. All while Madox is dressed in an undoubtedly expensive and custom tailored suit.

  Fuck, he is so out of my league it’s not even funny. That’s been the problem since the beginning; I should be over it by now.

  His large hand covers my hip as I lean closer to him.

  My first thought is that he wants head. Biting my bottom lip, I start to lower my head, but Madox grabs the back of my neck, guiding me where he wants me, which isn’t my nose to his crotch like I was expecting.

  I’ve always thought it was slutty of me to enjoy giving him a blow job. Even if it turned me on like nothing else to have such a powerful man lose all control when I went down on him. Maybe that’s why I’m slightly disappointed.

  With my breasts pressed to his thigh and my cheek laying on the leather of the seat, Madox commands me in a low voice to look at the back of the seat and stay quiet.

  My heart races as I obey him, waiting with the anticipa
tion only growing hotter and hotter. Draping the hoodie over my midsection and ass, Madox slips his hand under the fabric and deftly undoes the button and zipper to my jeans. The music in the cab is all I can hear, but adrenaline races through me as I wonder if the cab driver can tell what Madox is doing.

  With his left hand on my shoulder, and his right under the privacy of the hoodie, I peek up at Madox to see him looking straight ahead and seemingly disinterested.

  Even as he shifts my jeans down an inch and then another, slowly exposing my ass to him even though the garment around my waist covers it from any prying eyes.

  I’ve never done anything else with anyone. Nothing.

  Madox was my first and only. And I would do anything with Madox.

  He’s fucked me in bathrooms, dressing rooms and back alleys. He’s eaten me out at restaurants and I’ve given him head in towering skyscrapers when he was just taking over his company. So him playing with me in a cab? It does nothing but make me even needier for him than I already am.

  I can hear the lace of my underwear tear as Madox asks the cab driver to turn up the music, telling him it’s one of his favorites. I doubt he’s ever even heard this song before. He’s shoving his fingers through the lace and ripping my panties from me when he thanks the driver. With my forearms acting as a pillow for me, I keep my head facing the backseat, but stare up at Madox’s strong stubbled jaw.

  “Feeling better, sweetheart?” he asks me casually as he shoves a finger inside of my pussy. My lips form a perfect O as a spike of wanton need shocks my system and I hesitate before answering him, “No, I think I need a moment more.”

  Madox smirks at my response, his dark eyes glinting with want and hunger until he breaks my gaze and acts like he isn’t doing anything at all. He watches the driver and then asks him to turn the music up louder so he doesn’t fall asleep, all the while playing with me, moving my arousal from my core to my clit. Rubbing and stroking, pushing his fingers in and curling them before dragging them out, slowly lighting me to a smoldering fire.

  “We’ll be home in twenty and I’ll take care of you then.” He talks to me as if we’re a couple, a loving couple, like I’m merely hungover and he’s caring for me. When he strokes his thumb with ruthless pressure over my clit, I bite down on my lip to keep from being any more obvious than this already is.

  His fingers inside of me, although they fill me and feel like heaven, are fucking offensive, because I remember all too well what his dick can do to me. I want him. He’s only teasing me.

  He pushes in and out of me before going back to playing with my clit in a mix of gentle and hard caresses, but never letting me get off. He leaves me breathing heavier and waiting for something more.

  He’s quick to slide his fingers back inside of me and my upper body begs to arch, but his hand in between my shoulder blades keeps me down.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you waiting for long,” he whispers when I peek up at him through my lashes. I can hardly hear him and I know for certain the cab driver can’t hear a word we’re saying. My warm breath lingers in the air between my face and the leather of the back of the seat.

  “Madox,” I whine. I actually freaking whine with impatience. As the heat rises up my chest to my cheeks with embarrassment, Madox’s gaze catches fire. The deep greens brighten and the gold flecks flicker to life. The way he looks at me makes my heart race inside my chest. It always has.

  “I fucking love to hear you beg,” he mutters beneath his breath and then lowers his head, bringing his lips to my ear. As he talks, his words cause a shiver to run down my spine, and send nothing but heat to my core. “I’m going to take care of you because I want to. But this right now, this is because I need to.”

  The spark in his eyes steals the air from my lungs. And just then, he curves his fingers, pushing his knuckles against my front wall and I nearly combust on the spot. All rational thought leaves me, my voice leaves me, and my body begs to fall off the cliff of my impending release.

  He grinds his knuckles, pressing them against that sinful spot inside of me all while he stares down at me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  “You got in a cab three years ago and left me. Every fucking time you sit your pretty ass in a cab, I want you to feel this. Feel how fucking good it is to be mine.”

  I can’t move or do anything but feel the fire build inside of me as he rips the orgasm from me, gripping the back of my neck and pinning my face against the back of the seat as I cum.

  It’s not until I pull back, sucking in a deep breath of air and looking up at Madox, still impeccably dressed and looking completely unbothered, that he glances back down at me, and pushes his fingers in even deeper.

  Minutes pass in silence, and I struggle with the torturous need to moan, but I merely shove my face into the seat and focus on not grinding into his hand.

  Madox leans down, just as I’m so close to another release. So close to feeling that warmth spread through my body in a wave that crashes through me, destroying all logic.

  “I need to fuck you on a plane as soon as humanly possible. So fucking hard that if you ever think about getting on one without me again, you’ll feel me throbbing between your legs.”

  He drags out every bit of my orgasm, making it last impossibly long, rubbing my hard clit all the while. I’m left shaking in his lap, with my arousal slick between my thighs when the cab slows at the gate to Madox’s place, giving me only a minute up his driveway to pull my pants back up over my ass.

  “The second we get inside,” Madox whispers in my ear, “take your clothes off. They belong on the floor.”

  Chapter 5

  Madox

  Seven years ago

  “You want me to do what?” She blushes when she asks me. Her eyes are wide and her smile grows broader.

  “You heard me,” I tell her rather than repeat myself. I’m so fucking hard for her. I’ll never have enough.

  “Madox,” she says, and she’s trying to sound admonishing, maybe offended, but she can’t with that sinful smile as she bites down on her lower lip.

  “We can do that, or we can do something else,” I offer her, whispering as I brush her hair back so I can see the dip of her collar. “What do you want to do, Soph?” I ask her, willing to do anything and everything.

  She says the sexiest thing she could right now and I don’t even think she knows it as she answers, “Whatever you want, I want.”

  Today

  She’s walking too slow; kissing, gripping me, and stumbling every which way.

  It’s been too long since her ass has hit my bed. Too long since I’ve tasted her from my fingers. And it’s too easy to lift her up, let those sexy legs of hers wrap around my waist and carry her up the stairs to my bedroom.

  “I want you on your knees first.” My words are accompanied by the hiss of my leather belt being pulled from the loops of my suit pants. The belt buckle clangs as it carelessly hits the floor and I can’t be bothered to look at it.

  I unbutton my shirt, all the while my gaze is focused on Sophie and how her hips sway slightly as she crawls to the middle of the bed – my bed – until she’s happy where she is, raising her ass in the air and lowering her cheek to the white comforter.

  With my chest rising and falling, my pulse picking up and the need to slam myself into her riding me hard, I memorize the sight of her flushed skin and the way she nuzzles into the bed with a soft moan, teasing me as she waits for what’s to come.

  It fucking kills me not to take her hard and rough and force her to scream my name the way she should have been for years right now, but I want this to be perfect.

  “Hands behind you.” I give her the command while I kick off my pants. She reaches her hands back, setting them beside her ankles, and I tsk. “Play with your cunt.”

  Her blush turns vibrant and travels up her chest and cheeks as she moves her hands slowly, teasing herself and letting goosebumps kiss along her bare skin.

  Her hands still haven�
��t reached her pussy by the time I step up to the end of the bed and give her one hard slap on her ass. She gasps and jumps immediately. Her fingers fly to that greedy pussy of hers too, rubbing her swollen nub and running along her slit. It glistens when her back arches and she settles back down from the single slap.

  I admire the red mark, tracing it with my fingers and listening to her moan of pleasure from the simple touch that hovers over her heated skin.

  “Have you forgotten I like things done quickly?” I ask her, toying with her and leaning down to suck her cunt, even over her fingers, still rapidly moving in circles around her clit.

  “No,” she says softly. “Just making you wait even longer for what you want,” she tells me with a smirk playfully pulling at her lips.

  Stroking my cock, I climb on the bed behind her and then lean down, licking her slit and pushing my fingers back inside of her roughly. The tortured gasp and the way her back bows are everything I wanted.

  “I’m done waiting.” Even though my words hold impatience, I want her to get off again. Every time she cums is a fucking victory for me. The next one drags out longer, it hits her harder, and it comes so much more easily. “I’m not going to stop fucking you tonight until you’re able to cum just from a single lick along your clit.”

  Her eyes close at my words, and as if I’ve commanded it, she cums on my fingers. That’s three in the last hour. I want more.

  “Arch your back; I want your ass up higher.” She listens and obeys, even though she’s still shaking. In bed it’s always easy between Soph and me. She knows I’ll make it good for her. And I know she’ll love me for it.

  It’s when we aren’t physically together that she doesn’t trust I’ll be good for her. I can change that. I can be better this time. I will be. She’ll see it. She’ll stay this time. I know she will.