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Chapter eighteen

Colt

I cross my room to where a small bar waits. “Do you want a shot of something to take the edge off?”

She smiles. “Yeah, I think a shot—or three—sounds great. Do you have tequila?”

I click my tongue at her, disappointed. “Maddox, what kind of award-winning bartender would I be if I didn’t have tequila for you, darling?” I flip the bottle in my hand, catching it with a flirty wink.

She giggles, her gaze slowly taking in every corner of my room while I pour. I make us both two. Uncle Ricky’s downstairs, and honestly, my nerves are shot. I should be worried, but instead I’m going to be reckless with the girl of my dreams. It might be the only chance I get.

“Bring your sexy self over here, darling,” my voice is a dangerous rumble.

She saunters over, allowing her shoulder to rest against the wall for support. Maddox takes the shot from me. “Bottoms up,” she says, raising her glass to meet mine.

I do the same, slamming the burning alcohol back, then grab the second set of shots. “Here, get it over with—then I’m cleaning you up and putting you to bed.”

“I was promised snacks.” She lifts a brow in challenge, taking the second shot without toasting and slamming it back. She hands me the empty glass.

I take my shot, all the while staring into her endless emerald eyes because I can’t get enough of the way they glimmer and dance. I love a challenge, and this girl is just the type I enjoy. “I can be your snack,” I tease, though I’m serious. I want to be her snack.

“If I’m taking a shower and you’re going to be my snack,” she says, smirking, “maybe you should get in with me.”

Is she inviting me to shower with her? Hell yes. I’m not giving her a chance to change her mind. I slide my fingers over my buttons, undoing my shirt. I only get halfway before her hands brush mine away and her lips steal my attention. Suddenly, our hands are ripping, tugging, and undressing. She pulls my shirt down off my shoulders, her breath hitching as her eyes drink me in—every rigid muscle, every line down my chest and abs. Maddox traces me, and I moan, pressing myself against her, pinning her curves to the wall. My kisses find the hollow of her neck, leaving her crumbling in my arms. Tonight she’s all mine; her body belongs to me.

My fingers find the zipper on her skirt and slide it down. The leather slips over her thick thighs and pools at her feet with a soft thud. I drop to my knees, taking in the sight of her bare pussy—she came prepared tonight. It leaves me salivating as I remember what it was like to drag my tongue all over her. In my pants, my cock is rock hard and ready for round two. Guess all I needed was a little intermission... and some liquid courage. My lips press into her thigh. Her skin is velvet beneath them, just like I remember from when I fucked her in my bar. My greedy fingers descend over her thighs, skillfully pulling the fishnet tights down one leg, then the other. I sit back on my heels smiling up at her. Fuck, she’s a goddess.

At first glance, it would seem the wall is the only thing holding her up, but then my good girl surprises me. Her heel presses against my chest and she looks me dead in the eye, purring, “Take them off, Daddy.”

“Fuck. Whatever you want, darling,” I growl, turning my head to pepper kisses over her foot while my fingers make quick work of the tiny straps—lucky for her, I’m good with my fingers.

The first shoe drops and the second hits my chest. She smirks.

“Oh, it’s gonna to be like that?” I ask.

She nods, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. I remove her second shoe in record time. There’s nothing else I can do from my knees. Hauling myself to my feet, I lead her straight to the bathroom, and without missing a beat, I lift her onto the cool stone countertop.

“Wait here,” I tell her as I turn on each of the showerheads in my oversized walk-in.

The glass runs floor to ceiling, stretching fourteen feet and overlooking a deep soaking tub. I set the mood lighting with the remote on the wall before returning to my prize for the night. I don’t deserve her, but it doesn’t matter. I part her thighs and step between them. My fingers trace her tattoos. Her hands find my belt, yanking it off in a frenzy. She fumbles at my button, fingers frantic. I’m free of my pants, left in nothing but my boxers.

I’m sure the water is warm enough for us to get in, and I can’t fucking wait to touch her body all over again. I reach for the silk ribbon ties on my mask and tug. The knot comes undone, and for the first time tonight, it’s just my face looking at her. I lean into Maddox, kissing her cheek to whisper, “Your turn.”

My fingers pull the ribbon on her mask, gently removing it from her face. Nothing prepares me for seeing her here like this. I suck in my breath at the sight of her, a possessive rumble building in my chest. She bites her lip.

“I’m not done kissing that lip. Stop biting it.” I pop my thumb over Maddox’s mouth, gently forcing her to stop. “That’s better.”

A light, lingering kiss on her lips is all the relief I provide before I pull away. “Take your shirt off and get in.” I nod my head at the shower, then leave her sitting on the counter. I amble over to where the shower waits, warm and inviting, taking my time, the heat of her stare on my back. I turn, slide my boxers down, my erect cock bouncing free as I step into the shower and watch her from where I stand beneath the warm, soothing water.

Maddox removes her remaining clothing and joins me in the shower. I watch as the water glides over her skin, caressing her the way my fingers long to.

I grab the soap, working it into a rich lather in my hands. Maddox watches, transfixed, like she’s just waiting for me to make my move. My finger curls into a come-here motion, and she steps closer. My hands land on her shoulders, smoothing the soapy suds evenly down her arms, across her back, and over her hips.

“Turn around,” I breathe across her ear, placing kisses against the sensitive skin of her neck.

She doesn’t hesitate, turning around while my hands cup her breasts, teasing her nipples, spreading the soap over her silky skin as the water works to wash the lingering bubbles away. Her breath catches with each swirl until her breathing grows heavy and a small moan escapes. This is torture, and yet I can’t stop myself. I lather my hands full of soap to wash down her legs, taking my time on each one, enjoying the way her body reacts to my touch, craving more the same way I do. When I’ve washed every inch of her body, I go back for more soap to do myself, but her hands stop me. She takes the soap, filling her own hands full of suds.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Washing you. Don’t you think you deserve the same kindness you’ve shown me?”

I don’t know what to say. Instead, I nod, relinquishing control and giving her permission to roam my body. Maddox works the soap over my chest and back first. Her hands shake as she strokes down the V carved just above where my dick protrudes, hard and ready. I close my eyes, relishing the way her fingers trace over my muscles lower and lower until—her hand wraps around my dick, firmly grasping me as she slides it up and down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I hiss, “It’s not nice to tease, darling.” My teeth clench as I fight to maintain control.

“What are you going to do about it?” Her words are a sensual challenge, beckoning me to take back control.

My hand folds over her wrist, stopping her from playing with my dick. I use my size and leverage to spin her around, pressing my naked body against hers, holding her in place. My dick pressed against her ass. The water droplet s running over our bodies are the only space between us. I nuzzle against her neck, kissing her softly as I whisper against her ear, “Do you want me to fuck you in the shower, Maddox?”

Squirming her hands trying to find purchase on my dick again, and she moans, “I thought you’d never ask.”

It’s the end of my control. I snap, spinning Maddox to face me as I push her against the glass. Our lips meet and we’re gone, swallowing the other alive. In my arms, she comes undone. My hand grips her by the knee, tugging it around my hip, giving me access to her entrance.

“You better hold on tight,” I warn, lining my cock up perfectly as I press my way inside.

She’s so fucking tight. This angle makes it even harder to push my way in. Her fingertips dig into my shoulders, and the grip of her leg around me tightens as I thrust up into her. She’s squeezing me tight in the best way. She bucks her hips, trying to fit more of me, but when I look between us, I’m not even halfway.

“More,” she cries.

“You can’t take much more,” I reply.

“Yes, I can. Give it to me. Don’t hold back. I want you all the way inside of me.”

I can’t fucking deny her. I thrust harder, dragging out slowly to watch the slick stretch between us. A broken sound tears from my throat as I slam back in—again and again—each time deeper, each time losing a little more of myself inside of her. Finally, I tear my eyes away from where we connect, capturing her mouth, dragging my tongue across hers. Her hips roll into me. She’s so close to coming. Around me, she throbs and squeezes rhythmically, pulling me just as close to the edge. My fingers reach between us, finding her clit, stroking it until she comes undone. I begin my upward thrusts into her as she buries her head against my shoulder, holding on while I sink my dick the rest of the way inside, forcing myself right up to the hilt. She feels so good, so hot and full, stretching around me. I just barely pull out, not wanting to lose my progress, and thrust in. She moans, orgasm rolling through her, threatening to make my dick explode. I fight the pleasure, forcing myself to hold on. I need more. I’m not ready for this to be over.

Maddox rolls her hips, sliding me back inside, and the sensation sends my senses reeling. I thrust into her hard and fast, chasing my release while around me a second orgasm builds inside her. She’s coming on me so hard I’m fighting to stay inside. We’re both moaning and panting when we finish.

Her cheeks are wet with tears as we simultaneously come. I pull out slowly, watching as the water washes the cum from my dick. Once I’m out, I help her back to a standing position, smiling as I say, “You felt so good, wrapped around me, Maddox, I promise next time I’ll last longer. There are so many things I want to do to you.”

She laughs. “It was perfect. I think it’s officially tied for the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Not good enough. I want sex with me to be the only sex on this list. You’re fucking amazing, Maddox—and not just the sex,” I confess.

She looks at me with a guilty expression. “So far, sex with you is the only sex on this list. You’re tied with yourself, but you’ve already basically vowed to do even better, and it’s too late for you to take it back.”

Fuck. She wins. I think I’ve met my match.