And, even though it was just some phone calls and good food, I was starting to feel better about the day. It reminded me that I’d lived without Maddox Wolfe in my life for twelve years, and a few nights of hot sex didn’t change that.
But then five thirty rolled around, and as I was just finishing up work, the phone rang.
“Addison Graham’s office. How may I help you?” Serena said from the front room. She paused and then said, “Okay, I will let her know,” in a professional voice, and I had to smile. Serena sighed, and now, her voice was a little less professional as she said, “Yes, I’ll tell her.” She said, “Bye,” and hung up the phone.
A few seconds later, Serena got up and came to my office. “I’m supposed to tell you, your car’s finished.”
I smiled. She must have been talking to one of her uncles. That would explain the unprofessional voice.
“Great.”
The day was turning out even better. It would feel so freeing to be able to drive myself again. I laughed at myself. I hadn’t gone that long without a set of wheels.
I noticed that Serena was still standing in front of my desk.
“Sorry, did you say anything else? I was lost in thought.”
“No.”
But she didn’t leave.
“Is there something else you wanted to say?”
Serena looked down at her nails. “I was just wondering. Why was Uncle Maddox so mad when he found out I worked for you?”
I could feel my good mood slowly slipping away. I sat back in my chair to get a better look at my assistant. “What do you mean, he was mad?”
“He said, ‘What the fuck?’ when he found out. Then, he and my mom got into an argument. But, when I asked them why, he said, ‘It was a long time ago.’”
“Oh, he did, did he?”
“Yeah, I don’t get it. Because my mom and him also made references to you two doing it, like I’m some kid who doesn’t know what sex is. But I don’t understand why my uncle would be having sex with you when he’s obviously mad at you. Although he made it clear that it wasn’t going to happen again.”
Serena was kind of confusing me.
“So, let me get this clear. Maddox found out that you worked for me and he got mad?”
“Pissed.” She nodded. “Pissed would be a better word.”
“Okay, so he got pissed. And then he said the reason was because of something that happened a long time ago?”
“Yep.”
“And, to finish it off, he said he wasn’t…going to sleep with me again.”
“Yes. Although he actually said he wasn’t going to give you any more rides. He said your car would be fixed today, but I know he meant other rides.”
That son of a bitch. He was making me out to be the bad guy.
The phone rang again, and Serena ran to answer it. “Hello?” Sigh. “Okay, I’ll tell her.” Sigh. “I said I would. Good-bye.”
She came back in. “Uh…that was Maddox, and he said that the shop closes at six and won’t be open again until Monday, so if you want your car, you’d better go and get it.”
“Since when are they closed on Friday and Saturday?”
She shrugged. “He must really be mad at you.”
What an asshole.
“Uh, Addison?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s already after five forty. You might want to go.”
“Fucker,” I said under my breath as I grabbed my purse and ran out the door.
The garage wasn’t that far away, minutes in the car, but running in high heels gave me only seconds to spare by the time I got to the door.
“Oh, good,” Sally said. “I was told you’d be coming, but I didn’t know if you’d make it on time, and I need to go and pick up my husband.”
I didn’t say anything because I was too busy catching my breath, but I pulled out my card and handed it over for her to run.
I signed the receipt, and Sally handed me the keys and my card. I shoved both in my purse.
“Thanks, dear,” she said as she grabbed her own handbag.
“Hey, are you really closed tomorrow and Saturday?”
Sally frowned. “No. Why would we be closed?”
Inside, I was seething. It took every bit of control I had to ask, “Is Maddox still here?” as calmly as possible.
“Oh, yeah. He’s in the back.”
“Do you mind…” I pointed to the back.
“Go ahead. I’ll see you later, Addison.”
“Later.”
I waited until Sally was at her car before I stomped to the back of the garage.
“Maddox,” I yelled, not seeing him anywhere.
He came out of the back office, wearing cargo pants and a T-shirt. “What?” he said with a look of scorn when he saw me, as if he were the one who had a right to be mad at me.
I was so furious; I didn’t know what else to do with my anger. I dropped my purse on the floor, walked over, and slapped him.
Maddox slowly turned his head back to face me. The fire in his eyes should have had me running for the door, but there was a part of me that knew, no matter what had happened between us, he’d never hurt me.
He grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and hit him the best I could, but he held my legs, and my hands probably felt like pebbles as they hit his big muscles.
He dropped me down on my ass onto the open bed of a truck and stuck a finger in my face. “You get to do that once. Don’t ever hit me again unless you’re willing to suffer the consequences.”
That was exactly the wrong thing to say to me, and reacting on pure instinct, I raised my other hand and slapped him again.
“You’re going to fucking get it.”
“I dare you.”
Maddox pulled my legs toward him, and my upper body fell backward. I caught my head before it hit the truck bed, but my back took the brunt of the fall.
“Ooph.”
Maddox took off one of my heels, and it went flying. Then, he did the same with its partner. I tried to kick him.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson.”
Maddox trapped my leg between his and the truck.
“What are you going to do? Spank me?”
He stopped what he was doing and tilted his head. “I was just going to fuck you, but now that you say that, a spanking might serve your spoiled ass right.”
I sat up and beat on his chest a couple of times. “You asshole. I’m not a spoiled brat.”
Maddox practically ignored me and flipped me over. He pulled down my pants and underwear to my knees and swatted my ass.
“Motherfucker,” I yelled. I scowled at him over my shoulder. “That hurt.”
“Good.”
Smack.
“Ouch.”
Despite the pain, I could feel myself getting wet, and I wanted him to do it again.
He rolled me back over and removed my pants and underwear in one quick swoop.
“What are you doing?”
“I changed my mind. Spankings are for good girls. You were starting to like that too much.”
He ripped open his pants and pulled me off the edge of the truck bed and straight onto his hard cock.
22
Maddox
I loved watching a woman’s back arch as she adjusted to my size. But not as much as I loved watching Addison’s pussy swallow my cock whole.
Back when I’d taken her virginity, it’d taken her over a month before she could take all of me inside her. Pushing inside her now reminded me of that. Except, while she was still tight, I could slide all the way home into her sweet heat.
“Oh God, Maddox.”
“Yeah? You like that?”
I watched where our bodies met each time I pulled out of her pussy lips, which hugged the sides of my dick. God, I fucking loved that.
“Do you like me being inside you, Addison?”
“Yes.”
“Why’d
you slap me?”
“Because you’re an asshole.”
I laughed. She wasn’t wrong.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her up into my arms. I picked her up, keeping our bodies connected.
Addison wrapped her arms around my neck. “What are you doing?”
“Moving you somewhere I can fuck you properly.” I laid her down on the hood of the car next to us. I brushed her hair from her face. “What is it about you that makes me so crazy?”
Her pussy squeezed around my dick.
“I don’t know, but it’s the same for me.”
I growled at her admission and slipped an arm under her knee to spread her wider. I wanted to be inside her as far as possible. I wanted to leave my mark on her. When I was with her, I wanted things I couldn’t even explain.
I thrust inside her like a man gone wild, watching her writhe on my dick and moan as she got closer to coming.
I dropped down, so our chests were touching, taking her leg with me, opening her up even further.
She panted in my ear as I sucked on her neck. My thrusts picked up speed and intensity. The only sounds in the garage were the echo of our bodies smacking each other.
Addison turned her mouth toward me and moaned loudly. Then, she sucked my earlobe into her mouth and scraped her teeth against it. She let go. “Right there. Please, Maddox.” She was clawing at my back, her hands under my tee. “Please. Right there. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
She didn’t need to tell me with words. I knew she was about to blow. Her pussy was dripping and gripping me so tight. But her dirty talk was a fucking turn-on for me. And hearing her say my name made me want to make her mine.
I moved my mouth down her neck and shoved the open collar of her shirt aside. I sucked on the hot skin there.
“Oh-oh-oh, fuck,” Addison screamed as she came.
I bit down on her shoulder as I shoved my cock inside her one last time and let all my frustrations go.
The orgasm was intense, and I felt as if I’d left my body. When I came back to myself, Addison’s hand was in my hair, and her one leg was wrapped around me.
I felt her pussy pulse every few seconds around me, and I tasted blood in my mouth. My back hurt, and it felt sticky.
I felt like I didn’t know what day of the week it was.
I pushed myself up onto my hands and looked down at Addison. Her leg that I’d been holding between us slipped down to my side.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I stared at the red and bleeding bite mark. It was just a trickle of blood, but I couldn’t believe I’d bitten her so hard.
“Um…yeah.” She shifted around a bit. “My back is a little sore.”
I stood and pulled out of her. I watched the whiteness of my seed slide out of her, and it made me hard again. I wanted all of it inside her.
I used my finger to gather up the little that had escaped. “Open,” I said.
She parted her lips, and I placed my digit at her mouth.
“Suck.”
She stared into my eyes as she grabbed my hand with both of hers and sucked me clean.
I ripped my hand away and kissed her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I wanted to know what the two of us tasted like together, too.
This was the first time I’d kissed her in twelve years, and I felt like I was falling. Falling to I didn’t know where, but I knew I wasn’t going to be the same.
I wanted to make love to her again, but I heard the sound of a car outside, so I reluctantly let her go.
I buttoned and zipped up my fatigues as I went to grab her clothes. I found her pants, panties, and shoes not far and brought them back to her. As I helped her put them on, I said, “I’m sorry for biting you. You can send me the dry-cleaning bill.”
She put her hand on her neck. “Oh. Okay.”
I helped her stand now that she was completely dressed. “Why did you really slap me?” I asked. My voice was surprisingly calm. I realized I wasn’t mad anymore.
She winced. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You didn’t answer why.”
She looked down at her hands and sighed. “Serena told me what you’d said last night.” She looked up at me and smiled. “By the way, you do realize your niece is eighteen, right? She knew you and your sister were talking about sex.”
I smiled, too. “I sometimes forget.” I took Addison’s hand in mine and pulled her close. “Forget what I said last night. I’ve decided I can’t stay away from you. And I don’t want to. We’re never going to be what we once were, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other.”
I had no idea what she was thinking. A whole range of emotions crossed her face—from confusion to hurt to anger again and back to confusion. “I think I’m—”
“Maddox, where are you?” Foster called from the doorway that separated the waiting room and receptionist desk from the back.
“I’m in here. Talking to Addison.”
Foster walked into the work area. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
I looked at Addison.
“No, I was just going.”
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you tonight,” I said in her ear.
She nodded once and then took off, swiping her purse off the floor before she went out the door.
“You okay, man?” Foster asked.
I felt like I’d been run over by a steamroller. “Yeah, why?”
“Because your back is bleeding.”
I went to our tiny restroom and pulled off my shirt to look in the mirror. I had deep scratch marks down my back.
No wonder I felt the way I did.
Addison had marked me also. But I felt like hers was too close to my heart.
23
Addison
Sunday evening, it was dinner with my father again. Usually, we ate right away, but tonight, I was asked to come to my father’s study. I figured he had some questions about the golf course project.
“Hey, Dad. Did you want to talk to me about something?”
My father looked up from behind his desk. “No, we’re just waiting for someone else to join us. You know it’s rude to sit down before all the guests have arrived.”
I gritted my teeth. Of course I knew it was rude. But I hadn’t known anyone else was coming. Sometimes, my father was a jerk.
The doorbell rang, and my father smiled.
He stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. “Let’s go, shall we?”
Henry was just opening the door as Simon came into the foyer. Curious as to whom the mystery guest was, I stepped forward to greet them. It was usually only my father, Simon, and me for Sunday dinner.
“Brandon?”
My ex-boyfriend stood on the other side of the door, clearly feeling uncomfortable.
“Come in,” my father said with sincerity.
I looked at him, wondering if he’d become ill. He didn’t hate Brandon like he had Maddox, but he’d never been a big fan of his either.
Brandon walked into the room.
I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek. “This is a surprise.”
“For the both of us.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I think your father will explain, but I do need to talk to you about something after dinner.”
It sounded very ominous, but I could tell he didn’t want to tell me in front of everyone. I nodded in understanding.
We took our seats at the dining room table with my father at the head, Simon on his right, me on his left, and Brandon next to me.
As the food was brought out to us, I watched Simon eye Brandon with disdain. I felt like I was in some sort of twilight zone. I didn’t think Brandon and Simon had ever met.
I leaned closer to Brandon. “Do you and Simon know each other?”
He shook his head. “We just met earlier today.”
“Why does he look like he hates you?”
“I have no idea.”
> It was strange, and I felt like I was missing something.
After our food was placed in front of us, my father spoke, “Addison, I have finally decided to move forward with the golf course development.”
I mentally rolled my eyes. Naturally, my father thought I didn’t know anything. It had been my idea in the first place, but he didn’t think to include me or that anyone else would either. He was incredibly sexist, but I’d learned that it wasn’t worth arguing about.
“That’s magnificent.” Feeding his ego got me a lot further in life.
“I’ve also decided that Brandon will be the head of the project.”
“You decided?” I couldn’t help but ask. Wouldn’t it be his company’s decision on whom they had direct the project? Did my father really think he had that much power?
“It was all part of our negotiation,” my father explained. “I would only say yes if Brandon agreed to take control.”
I looked at Brandon, and he shrugged. Last I’d heard, he was working on something else.
“And you agreed?”
“It felt like a stupid thing to say no to.”
“Of course it would have been stupid,” my father said.
But why?
I wanted to know. It was very weird that my father had requested Brandon for this. He had to be up to something.
We finished dinner with my father talking the whole time while Simon seethed from his seat, barely saying two words.
Toward the end, I could see my father was getting tired, although he’d never admit it. I wasn’t his biggest admirer, but he was still my father, and I loved him.
“Dad, why don’t you go finish up your work with Simon?” I offered. “I’ll see Brandon out.”
He tried to hide his relief, but I saw it all over his face.
Simon and my father left the dining room, and I took Brandon to the den.
“What’s going on, Brandon?”
“I have no idea, Addison. All I know is that I got pulled off the project I had been working on, and I was told to come here.”
“Isn’t that weird?”
“A little. Sometimes, it happens when we’re getting close to the end of one project and starting a new one, but I was in the middle of the last one.”
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