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“I know you’re joking but he probably did say that, or he would,” I said with a grin. “I think the three of us would agree that if Ethan’s the brains, Noah’s the heart and that makes me—”
“The loudmouth?” she teased.
“The body,” I said, “Isn’t it obvious?”
She made a show of looking me up and down and giving a comical shrug, “I guess you’re okay.” The mischief in her eyes made me want to laugh, but I rolled my eyes.
“Okay? Then I guess I’ll have to show you exhibit A,” I said.
“If exhibit A is your dick, I’m going to be really annoyed. I once went out with a lawyer who offered to show me his briefs and thought that was cheesy. But, exhibit A? In your line of work, shouldn’t it be showing me the fuse box or something?”
I reached back and grabbed my shirt, dragged it over my head to let her check out the eight-pack of which I was so proud.
“Whoa,” she said, her voice low. “You really spend a lot of time at the gym. Do you have time to show me this or should you be lifting something or doing sit-ups?”
“I don’t do sit-ups. The plank is more effective.”
“How long have you been like this?” She breathed.
“You make it sound like I have a disease or I’m a mutant or something.”
“You might, I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this in real life. I thought they used CGI in the movies when Wolverine and Thor were this ripped. I take it back. It’s obvious. You’re the body,” she muttered, distracted, with her fingers hovering near my abs. Her eyes flicked up to mine and there were spots of pink on her cheeks.
“Is it okay if I touch you?” She asked. I nodded, almost unable to say the words. It felt incredible to be the man she was looking at with undisguised want. It made me want to sink to my knees and pleasure her for the favor of that expression on her face, the appraising look that bled over into wonder and yes, please. Meanwhile, I watched her eyes tip over into darkness as I kissed just in front of her ear, then dropped my lips to her neck and sucked there. She wanted me there and tilted her head to give me better access.
She slid her fingers into my hair. That head flared between us as it never failed to do. It was like back in her coffee shop where we’d nearly ended up on the floor. But here there was a bed, a door with a lock on it if we chose to use it.
Madison shoved the bag of her things to the floor and reached for me in earnest. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was a man who knew how damn lucky I was.
The same scorching fury of need seized me when we kissed, the ache that was a torment I yearned for. I cupped her face in my hands, forcing myself to slow down, to be gentle when I wanted to grab and bite and claim. Her breath gusted in gasps whenever we paused, and I breathed a laugh at how I was panting like I sprinted up ten flights of stairs.
“Oh my God,” she groaned when she felt my bare hand slip up her shirt. I swept my thumb along her rib cage and felt her tense, detected the flutter of sensation that made her squirm.
I licked and sucked at her neck. Madison ran her hand down my back, and I flexed and bunched my muscles shamelessly to show off for her. She bit her lip, her eyes flicked open and met mine. She gave a saucy smile that shot straight to my hardening length. That suggestive look in her eyes ratcheted up my arousal and made me grapple for self-control. I wanted this to last, wanted our first time to mean something more a quick screw because all of a sudden I had the willpower of a sixteen-year-old girl.
I murmured her name, how much I wanted her, how I was trying so hard to take it slow.
“What if I don’t want it slow and easy tonight?” she said, her breath hot on my ear. My arms tightened around her before her words even registered. I dropped my face to her chest and she rubbed against my thigh, trying for the friction and contact she desired. I released her nipple reluctantly to strip off her shirt and jeans. Immediately I reached for her after and cupped her sex with my bare hand. Her eyes locked on mine, and she gave a nod. My fingers curled, sweeping aside the fabric of her flimsy panties to stroke her hot, slippery folds. I groaned again at the proof of her wetness, the slickness that awaited me. Madison’s hands were in my hair, drawing me back onto the bed with her. My knee braced between her legs as I levered myself above her with one arm, my other hand busy between her thighs. She tossed her head back and forth, eyes shut, lips curled almost painfully, the wrinkle of concentration between her brow as I rubbed my calloused thumb over her most secret bud of nerves. I felt her womanhood—a silly and serious word for such a primal act—but it was nothing like I’d felt before. No vulgar term matched what I touched. No filthy word encompassed the reverence that flooded me at touching her this way for the first time.
I dipped my head and kissed her mouth, my fingers coaxing between her tight inner lips while my thumb kept up pressure where she needed me. I sank my middle finger inside her passage, going deep and curling to brush the hidden pleasure spot that made her go rigid and cry out and ride my hand with a fury something like abandon. Sweat slicked my back and chest as I worked her, craving her climax more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
I withdrew my finger and parted her to push two fingers inside, the thickness of the invasion meant to startle her into letting go, letting her orgasm happen. But her eyes flew open at a knock on the door. Noah peered in, saw us sprawled on top of the comforter, my fingers knuckle deep in Madison’s bare body. I looked back at her, and saw a slow smile spread across her face.
Her voice was breathless, barely a gasp. “Why don’t you ask your brother to join us?”
I grinned and Noah said, “You don’t have to ask me twice. I’ll text Ethan.”
Noah had stripped down to his boxers in seconds and was on the bed beside Madison. He took her hand and placed it on his face. He kissed her palm, and she met his eyes, sliding her fingers into his hair. Noah kissed her wrist and her arm while I flexed my fingers inside her snug passage. Ethan burst through the door in an obvious hurry.
“Yeah, that Zoom call had to end quickly,” he said, taking in the scene before him.
18
MADISON
The look on Ethan’s face when he entered the room was enough to stop my heart, which was racing already. I was trembling all over, barely holding myself together, and he walked in. I knew how I must look, stripped down to my panties and sprawled on the bed with Noah beside me and Leo crouched over me, both shirtless, both lavishing my keyed-up body with their full attention. Something cracked open in my chest when he met my eyes. I felt relief, that we were all here together, that now it was complete, and I could relax. Tension left my shoulders and chest as I sagged into the mattress. He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, eyes never leaving mine.
“Thanks for the text. I wouldn’t want to miss this. You look like a debauched goddess lying there, or like my wildest dreams.”
