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Wrapping a leg around his hip, I ground myself into his hand, riding it.
“You like when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t you?” He purred into my mouth, biting on my bottom lip and tugging as he slipped a second finger inside me, curling them both into my sweet spot. I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my throat. He had me in the palm of his hand, and I was molten for him.
Pumping his fingers in and out, he pressed the heel of his palm into my clit, and I ground myself harder against it, searching for more of that delicious, inviting friction. He moved his mouth to my neck and tugged on my earlobe.
“That’s it, my sweet thing. Fuck my hand, just how you like it.”
A whimper escaped my lips as I tilted my head, giving him better access. He began kissing and sucking on my neck while his fingers fucked me in the most perfect of ways. He slid in a third finger, and I felt my climax reaching its peak; my body began to tense, and I curled my fists in his shirt to hold on.
“Come for me. I want you thinking about this until dinner because you’re going to be my dessert tonight.” His words were my undoing.
I pulled hard on his shirt as my climax ripped through me, my walls tightening around his fingers, refusing to let them go. He continued to pump them into me as my release spilled into his palm, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure.
I was panting, and my legs were shaking as he wrapped his arm around my waist to support me before slowly removing his hand from my shorts.
“You’re so beautiful. I could watch you come all day.” He ran a knuckle along my jaw and kissed me deeply.
Once I was stable and my legs stopped shaking, he released me, and I buttoned up my denim shorts, picking up my phone—which I dropped when things started getting heated between us. He adjusted his shirt; the fabric lightly crinkled where my grip had creased it. I moved past him, completely sated, making my way to the door of his apartment, and he followed me with his hand resting on my lower back.
We exited his apartment together, and with one last lingering, deep kiss, we parted ways. The only thing on my mind was his hand between my thighs.
Madison was pissed. No, that’s not the right word for it; she was infuriated with me and how I handled Brodie last night. I saw nothing wrong with my actions; she had it coming. I am sure there were plenty of other women just dying to take her out.
Over the years, Madison has dealt with my bullshit, and—on occasion—she has cleaned up the messes I had left behind. Of course, in the past, I would have never done something over a man, let alone jealousy. I was never a jealous person; I was always more than content with what I had, and I didn’t need anything more—until Atlas came into my life.
“You have absolutely lost your mind, Chyler.” She scolded me like I was her child.
“Oh c’mon, she was asking for it, Mads. Do you even know her reputation at Austin’s?”
“Her reputation isn’t the problem here; you strangled her—no, let me rephrase that—you strangled the fuck out of her and killed her.” She yelled, pressing the palm of her hand to her forehead. I knew it would piss her off even more, but I couldn’t help to shrug at her words.
“I don’t regret my actions, so if you are expecting an apology out of me, you won’t get one. She had it coming, and I gave it to her.” I crossed my arms, confident that I was not the only woman who was glad she was gone. How many relationships had she destroyed over the years? If anything, I was doing the world a service.
Madison pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a hissing sound.
“See, this is the problem with you; this is what I’ve been telling Charl—”
“Telling her what? That I’m uncontrollable? Impulsive? A monster?” I cut her off. I know what I am. I’m not proud of it, but at least I have accepted it.
“That you need a break from assignments before you go on a murderous bender one of these days. You don’t see reason before action anymore. It’s like you just live with that fucked up switch in your head always set to off.” Low blow, Madison…
“This was a one-off. I’m not murd—”
“It only takes one slip, and you will lose control completely. Alexis and I have watched you with all of those recent targets. We know what you are capable of when you turn yourself off.” I tried to argue with her, but she cut me off.
“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t turn myself off when I handled Brodie.” A lie. But she didn’t need to know that. I enjoyed every second of choking her out in that restroom.
“See, that’s the problem. That. Right. There. You don’t even feel guilty for what you’ve done. It’s like she was nothing.”
“She was nothing. I’m fine, Mads. Stop talking to me like I’m a child.” I growled, my temper rising under the surface.
“I will when you stop acting like one. I’m getting sick of your shit, Chy. I tell you to find a man to ground you, and instead of accepting your feelings for Atlas—granted, it was only one night and a coffee—you avoided him for weeks and then murdered the bitch who tried to hook up with him. What part of that is normal?” She threw her hands up in the air before slamming them back down on her hips.
She had a point, but I didn’t answer. Instead, I sat down on her couch and grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly to my chest. We had been screaming at each other for what felt like hours. Neither of us was going to give in to the other. She sat down next to me with a sigh and placed her hand on my arm.
“Chyler, what the hell is going on with you?” Her tone softened, and I blew out a sigh.
“I don’t know. I’ve never let anyone in before, and he’s just—” I paused, trying to find the words I was searching for. “There’s something about him that has consumed me whole. My heart squeezes when I am around him like it’s going to burst at the seams. I can’t breathe when he is near me.”
