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Chapter thirty-eight

Colt

T he next morning, the sun streams through the slats in my blinds, urging me to peel my eyes open. I blink slowly, disoriented, every muscle sore like I’ve just run a marathon. Next to me, Maddox is curled up, her round, ample ass pressed against my cock, which grows harder in response.

Fuck. I don’t want to move. I want to stay like this all day. I loop my arm over her, snuggling even closer. The nakedness of her body against mine is the perfect good morning caress. She stirs, and I hold my breath, but it’s not enough.

Maddox rolls over, meeting me face-to-face, smiling as she whispers, “Good morning.”

I kiss her forehead. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

I run the back of my fingers over her arm and shoulder in a gentle caress, studying her, waiting for a reaction. When she says nothing, content to close her eyes, I whisper, “Go back to sleep if you’re still tired. I’ll make us breakfast and bring it to you.”

Her eyes water, glassy with emotion. “Really?” she asks. “You don’t want me to leave?”

I sit up on my elbow, my expression turning hard and cold—not because of her question, but because I can’t believe anyone has ever treated her that way.

“Darling, if I could tie you up and keep you here forever, I would.” My voice is low and gentle.

Maddox blushes. “You can tie me up anytime you want.”

“I was hoping you would say that. Now, close your eyes and rest a little longer. I’ll be back with breakfast, and then you can take a shower, or if you need to leave, I’m happy to drive you home. I don’t want you to feel trapped here.”

She closes her eyes, muttering as she does, “I wouldn’t complain.”

I chuckle to myself, climbing out of bed. When I glance over my shoulder on the way to grab a pair of sweats, I catch her watching me with one eye open.

“It’s not polite to stare,” I tease.