by Hannah Ford
He pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants. They slithered down his legs and he stepped out of them and his shoes.
Naked now except for a pair of black boxers that hugged his body like a second skin, his huge erection strained against the fabric. He advanced like a panther, barely restrained power radiating from him.
He stopped less than a foot from me. “I want you naked.”
He didn’t ask me, he told me. For one second, I thought about saying no, but then I remembered his demands in the elevator. In this room, I was his. I reached behind me and found the short zipper along my lower back. It was all that held the dress in place.
The straps slid off my shoulders, then the dress fell in a silky pool on the floor.
Madden reached out and traced one finger in a lazy circle around my nipple. I sucked in a breath. He did the same to the other side, avoiding the now hardened tip. The desire that had cooled suddenly sprang to life again.
Despite the heat of the night, I shivered.
“You are beautiful, Skylar.” His gaze rose until I was looking into intensely dark eyes “And tonight, you’re mine. Come here.”
I took a step forward and now we were only an inch apart. He lifted his hands and ran his fingers lightly up my sides. They danced over my shoulders, up my neck, and one hand tangled in the hair at the base of my neck, holding me still.
Madden lowered his head and his lips ghosted over my jaw. I closed my eyes with a low moan when he nipped at my earlobe. Moisture built between my legs and I shifted, trying for any amount of friction there.
Madden dropped his free hand and dug his fingers into my hip, anchoring me, keeping me from moving at all. He sucked on the skin just under my ear and my legs began trembling. I wanted to touch him, to taste him like he was doing to me, but I couldn’t. Not while he held me in place.
“The way you react to my touch makes me crazy,” he said against my neck. “So many things I could do to make you cry out for more.”
Desire shot through me like white hot lightning. If he could get this kind of reaction with just a touch, I couldn’t even imagine what would happen when he was inside me. His mouth moved slowly back up my neck, leaving my skin overly sensitive. Noises came out of my throat, ones I’d never heard myself make before.
His lips were at the corner of my mouth and I parted my lips slightly. He nipped at my bottom lip, then ran his tongue over the spot. My breath caught in my throat. His fingers tightened in my hair and he pressed his mouth fully against mine. His tongue slid inside, warm and velvety, boldly claiming every spot he touched.
I moved my tongue against his, sinking into the most erotic kiss of my life. He wasn’t just kissing me, he was devouring me, and I wanted nothing less from him. When I groaned, he swallowed the sound with a growl.
“You have no idea how fucking crazy you make me,” he panted, pulling away just enough so that I could still feel his hot breath on my lips. His eyes were black, penetrating as he narrowed them at me. “I want to drive into you so hard and so deep that you remember this night for the rest of your life.”
I already knew that I would. “Then do it,” I whispered, feeling bolder than ever before. “Make me scream, Madden.”
The growl rumbled out of his chest and he lifted me up only to toss me back down on the bed. I fell onto my back with my knees open. He stopped, staring down at me for several long seconds. His gaze like a physical touch as it moved over my body, focused between my legs. Without looking away he pulled off his boxers and stood over me, fisting his thick cock.
I was going to combust. Burst into a million pieces right there just watching him. Madden Cross was magnificent to look at. Hard planes and sharp angles melded together to form the most perfect specimen of a man I had ever seen.
I slid my hand down between my legs, unable to stop from touching myself. He sucked in a breath and his body tensed even more. But he didn’t move. His stare was riveted to where my fingers circled my clit.
Tension built with fiery speed. I could make myself come so easily. Knowing he was watching made it even more erotic. A few more strokes and I would explode. He moved onto the bed in one fluid motion. Before I could finish he grabbed my hands and pulled my arms over my head. With one hand, he held my wrists, pinning me against the mattress.
“This is what you want, Skylar?” His hand was between my legs and then his fingers plunged into me. I lifted my hips off the bed, angled so that he was driving against the spot that would send me spiraling over the edge. His hand was relentless and if he stopped now, I was going to scream. So close. I sobbed, rocking my hips faster, meeting every thrust of his fingers.
I was going to come.
“Oh god,” I groaned. “Oh fuck.” I tensed. My pussy clenched down on his fingers that kept up their driving rhythm, pushing me headlong over the edge.
“I want to hear you scream my name,” he growled in my ear just as the pleasure burst over me.
I did. I opened my mouth and cried out his name over and over again bucking off the bed uncontrollably. He kept thrusting his fingers inside me and another burst of white hot fire rolled through me. This time I sobbed his name, unable to stop climaxing. He kept driving me higher, pushing me over peak after peak.
My body shook. He slid his fingers out but the tremors made my teeth chatter. Fissures of pleasure, tiny aftershocks, rocked through me.
The bed shifted and through my hazy sight, I saw Madden move between my legs. I wasn’t sure I had anything left to give him. Foil crinkled and then he was there, pushing into me, sinking deep with one long thrust.
I was wrong. I had more. I lifted my hips and he began to rock back and forth. The aftershocks began building again. Madden lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and then leaned forward. I was bent in half and helpless and I didn’t care because the angle made it so that the entire length of his cock scraped along my G spot. I was flying again, stars dancing in my vision.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he growled.
I did as he asked. He slid one arm under my back and then sat back onto his heels. I had to hold tight because my ankles were still up by his ears. I sank even deeper onto him and my eyes almost rolled back into my head.
His teeth were clenched and the planes of his face were rock hard. “Now ride my cock like it’s the only thing that matters.”
He held me firm, and I started to rock my hips. Almost immediately the tension started building again. I used my arms to lift myself up and plunge back down, over and over.
His growls were getting louder. His eyes narrowed on me and his body vibrated with barely restrained power.
“Faster,” he ground out. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Skylar. Ride me until you have no choice but to come and then I want to feel you explode all over me.”
His dirty words sank down inside me and I threw back my head and ratcheted my hips. It was right there, so close that I could taste the sweetness on my tongue. I panted, moaned with every thrust. It built faster than all the others, but hovered on the edge, not letting me fall over. Torture. Tears burned my eyes. It was too much. And still the tension grew stronger.
Madden closed his eyes. His teeth were bared and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Fucking come all over my cock, Skylar. Come for me right now,” he commanded.
My body obeyed and the brightest explosion of light burst behind my eyelids. I threw back my head and screamed his name. His fingers dug painfully into my ass and he took over, bouncing me on his cock until I felt him stiffen under me. He growled out my name as he held me down, completely impaled, and I felt him throbbing inside me.
The only sound in the room was our gasping for air. I opened my mouth to tell him that he succeeded but no sound would come out. Instead I ran my fingers over the back of his neck. slick with sweat, and willed him to hear my thoughts.
He had done it. Because for as long as I lived, I would never forget this night, and what he made me feel. The only problem was how in the hell did I go back when
I knew how it could be?
The weekend would end. We would part ways and I would never see him again.
That thought left me colder and emptier than I wanted to admit.
Chapter 4
Sun streamed through the window when I opened my eyes. Every place on my body ached, but in a delicious way. I smiled despite the soreness. Last night had been...amazing wasn’t enough. Mind blowing. I lost count of how many times Madden made me cry out his name.
I rolled onto my back and reached out, but the other side of the bed was empty. Covers slipped from around me as I sat up.
Madden sat across the room at a small dining table, dressed in one of his business suits. When he met my stare, his lips curled up in a self satisfied smile. “Sleep good?”
“Like someone who had almost every ounce of life drained from her,” I countered.
That smile turned devious. “Almost every ounce, huh? Next time I’ll have to try even harder.”
Next time?
His voice continued to tease me. “If you’d like to slip into that robe I left by the bed, room service should be here any minute. Unless you’d prefer to stay that way and flash the server?” There was a hint of challenge in his eyes now, but there was no way I was up to doing anything else that adventurous. Not after last night.
I swung my legs over the bed and pulled on the silk robe. His eyes followed every movement I made but instead of making me feel self conscious, it made me bolder. I ran my hands over the front, smoothing it down over my chest. The hard peaks were clearly visible through the thin material and I heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Come here.” The tone he used last night was back and it made goose bumps spring up on my arms. My nipples got even harder. I stopped in front of him and he pulled me to stand between his legs. The robe parted under his fingers and his mouth was on me. Teeth grazed over the sensitive tips of my nipples and my head fell back. Warmth pooled between my legs.
His hand slid up the inside of my thigh and I had to lean against the table. How long before room service knocked on the door? Madden moved to the other side and bit down. I groaned through the sting of pain.
“You are one of the most responsive women I’ve known.” As if to prove his point, he moved his hand between my legs and slid two fingers inside me. “So wet. So ready. Would you like to come again?”
That was like asking if I’d like to breathe again. “Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”
He moved his hands in and out of me and pressed his thumb against my clit. I clenched around him, already feeling the start of my orgasm building. I tried to rock my hips but he stopped.
“Don’t move,” he said before closing his lips around my nipple again.
He used his teeth and fingers to drive me mercilessly towards the edge. In the haze of desire, I heard a knock on the door. I whimpered. He would stop now. Except he didn’t. His fingers plunged in and out, stroking that spot just inside where every nerve ending was centered. I could feel it starting. My legs shook and I had to hold on to his shoulders to keep from falling.
“Oh god,” I crooned. It was right there. So close. I forced my eyes to open and stared down at him. The hard panes of his face were strained as he met my stare. I knew what he wanted.
It was a game of control, one that he won every time.
My breath hitched. “Can I come now, Madden?”
His eyes went black. “Yes,” he growled around my breast.
I threw back my head and his fingers took me over the edge. I cried out his name, over and over as spasms rocked through my body and I came apart around his fingers. Tears burned the back of my eyes. The pleasure he pulled from me was almost too much to bear.
The knock came again, more hesitant this time. “Room service,” a voice called out softly.
Madden slowed his fingers before sliding them out. He looked as though he might say something, but instead nudged my head down and brushed his lips over mine. “Go ahead and get cleaned up. I’ll answer the door.”
Raw emotion had clogged my throat so I nodded and went into the bathroom.
When I came back out a few minutes later, robe tied securely around my waist again, the table was set and silver platters covered most of the small surface.
“Given your affinity for food, I ordered a little of everything,” Madden said. He had only a cup of coffee in front of him.
“You’re not eating?” I slid into the chair opposite him. I should have felt mortified given that I’d just climaxed all over his fingers, but I didn’t. I felt...happy. The indulgent smile he gave me as I opened the trays warmed me in a different way.
“I ate earlier. But please, help yourself,” he said, sitting back in his chair.
I dipped my fork into every single dish convinced that the last bite was the best one, only to find the next was even better.
As my stomach filled, I glanced at Madden here and there, watching as he watched me. I thought about all the things we’d done together, and a strange doubt clouded my mind.
“Can I ask you something?” I said, after swallowing my most recent, delectable bite.
“I won’t promise I’ll answer, but go ahead.”
My cheeks burned as I began speaking, but I forged ahead regardless. “The night I saw you, in your office, I just thought...you kept saying you liked to be in control and I guess I expected…” I knew my cheeks were pink.
There was no easy way to ask a man why he hadn’t tied you up and blindfolded you during sex.
“You expected whips and chains?” he said, his voice suddenly devoid of emotion. I glanced up and his eyes had the same dead look.
“It’s not important. I’m sorry I said anything. Last night was...the best night of my life.” I reached out and laid my hand over his. He stared down at it, his eyebrows drawn down. My question had changed his mood immediately. “Madden?” I said, but he didn’t reply.
His phone buzzed and he slid his hand out from under mine. “Jenna?” he answered.
As he listened, his expression grew darker. “They don’t have a fucking thing on me. Then get down here so we can figure out what our next move is. God damn it, you’re supposed to stop these things before they get out of control. Be here by dinner Jenna or find another job.”
I had no idea what was going on—no clue what had happened between us, or why the phone call had enraged him.
Madden stood up and shoved his phone into his pocket. His gaze skirted over me and left me cold. “I’ll be working all day. There is a private pool and a server who will see to anything you might need. We’ll be dining with my PR person tonight.”
And with that, he grabbed his briefcase and left the room without a backwards glance.
Chapter 5
I spent the rest of the day by the pool, alternating between swimming and lying in the sun. Madden was right, whenever I needed anything the server was there. The frozen margaritas went down particularly easy in the heat.
I hoped that Madden might find some time to join me, but he never came. I replayed the morning over and over in my head and still had no idea why he had pulled away so quickly when I asked him why he didn’t tie me up or control me the way he had that woman in his office.
After everything he said, the way he was, I expected it. Maybe even looked forward to it a little.
Perhaps he’d found something wanting in me, something that turned him off to expressing his deepest desires. The thought made me spiral further downward, despite my gorgeous surroundings.
At five, I went back upstairs to the room to take a shower and start getting ready for dinner with his PR person. Tonight I had to do my own hair, which meant it would be left down.
I showered and rubbed scented lotion into every inch of my skin. The second dress that Isabella had picked out was much simpler but just as beautiful. The cream color complimented my sun kissed skin and it only connected on one shoulder. The bodice was fitted at the chest, but the rest hung straight down to the floor. It reminded me of a Gre
ek goddess.
I gathered my hair and pulled it to the left, leaving my right shoulder and the top half of my chest exposed. Maybe if I used a clip and just put some fat curls in what was hanging free, it would look okay. As the curling iron heated, I put the diamond pendant back on and slid the matching hoops into my ears. I wasn’t an expert at makeup, but I decided to go lighter tonight, with some base to even things out and then a brush of eye shadow, some eyeliner and mascara.
I’d let my hair half air dry, so it didn’t take long to finish it with the blow dryer. I pulled it all loosely to the side and slipped a clip around just below my ear. A couple of tendrils escaped around my face and I decided to give them a little bit of a curl and leave them free.
I’d just slipped my feet into the matching cream sandals when the door opened.
Madden stopped halfway into the room, his gaze raking over me. “You look very nice,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom.
I went out and stood on the balcony. Since he was there, I assumed he wanted to go to dinner together. A warm breeze lifted the loose hair from around my face and made my dress cling to my legs. The sun was dipping below the horizon and bursts of color danced across the sky. This was my last night here. Tomorrow, we would leave and unless I won the lottery, I’d never be back.
“Are you ready? Jenna texted that they’re here,” Madden said from behind me. I could hear the distraction in his voice. The underlying anger. Our last night together would be all about business but there was nothing I could do.
“I’m ready.”
He nodded and gestured for me to walk with him.
We walked to the elevator side my side yet he didn’t touch me. The ride to the lobby was silent.
“I can stay upstairs if you prefer to talk about business privately,” I offered.
“I want you there with me.” When the elevator dinged, he stepped out and offered his arm. I rested my hand in the crook but it was nothing like last night.