Page 36 of Sugar (Gilded #1)

By, With, In

EASTON

H eaven.

Every taste.

Every feel.

Every noise

Every damn thing about Madeline Baker was heaven. And all of it was mine—even when she’d thought I wouldn’t give her what she wanted.

With a dramatic sigh the day before, she’d claimed that the lack of clothing meant we had to stay in.

We both knew I could have something delivered in under an hour.

Neither of us mentioned it. Instead, she’d spent the day sitting on a pillow at my feet while she’d shown me her favorite movies.

In between, I’d followed through with my plan to edge her until she was a whimpering, begging mess.

When neither of us could stand it, I’d brought her to bed to fuck her like I was tattooing her feel into my bones before coming deep to mark her right back.

I’d never fucked anyone raw before. Not once. Not even just the tip.

But Maddie was different.

And I couldn’t get enough.

Putting more pressure in each greedy lap of my tongue, I knew the moment she woke. Her muscles tensed and then she moved.

Not to push away.

But to clutch me closer. Her fingers speared into my hair, and she grasped the short strands as she rocked herself against my face. Her pretty voice was rough with sleep when she whispered, “Easton.”

I pulled back, but my lips still brushed her sweet little pussy when I said, “Time to go, baby.”

Since I’d been carefully working her for a while, all she managed was a panicked whimper.

It was enough.

Pathetically addicted, I went in for another taste. Spearing my tongue, I fucked her in the way my cock ached to. Precum dripped, sticking to my boxers, but at least I wasn’t about to make a damn fool of myself.

Yet.

I’d been up for a couple hours and had already showered and gotten dressed before toying with Maddie.

I’d planned to leave her pent-up all day—ensuring she would spend her time thinking about me the same way I would be obsessing about her—but I didn’t have that kind of control. Not when it came to her.

And sure as fuck not when she begged, “I need you.”

If she realizes how much power she holds and weaponizes those words, I’m fucked.

Strangely, I didn’t give a damn.

Lifting onto my knees, I didn’t strip off my shirt.

I didn’t undo my tie—though the thought of securing it around her wrists was tempting.

I simply undid my pants to free myself, and even that took longer than I wanted.

I got a brief glimpse of her wide eyes before I rolled her onto her knees and pressed my palm between her shoulder blades.

She went easily, flattening her torso to the bed and tipping her rounded ass into the air.

Giving me access to what was mine.

The length of my cock nestled between her soaked pussy lips and stretched up her stomach as I curled my body over hers. I nipped her shoulder then her neck. “We’ll have to be fast, baby, so stay still and take what I give you.”

I felt her full body shudder, and that sliced away that last hint of control.

As much as I wanted to sink in deep and savor the way she fit me so perfectly, I couldn’t make myself go slow.

I readjusted behind her and had to put my spread legs to the outside of hers to accommodate our size difference.

Once I was low enough, I fisted my cock to position it, and plunged in. Filling her in one unrestrained thrust.

Fuck.

Fucking hell fuck.

I knew she would feel good from behind. She would feel like heaven any damn way I could get her.

But I wasn’t prepared for the sight of her taking me.

Of how beautifully she stretched around me, coating me in her sweetness as she moved herself.

I know I warned her this would be fast, but fuck.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I cut off her movements and took over. I rocked her forward until just the tip remained in before slamming her back. She cried out, and her pussy squeezed. I did it once more before smoothing out the strokes as I moved her up and down my length.

Making her fuck herself with me.

It didn’t take long before she was strangling my dick as her neck arched. A sharp cry fell from her parted lips like I was literally pushing the noise out of her. The tension in her body dissolved, and she fell forward. Pliable and at my mercy.

Just like she wanted.

I kept control of her hips, moving her back and forth. But I lunged forward each time, roughly meeting her thrust for forceful thrust.

“Play with your clit, Madeline,” I ordered, ignoring the tingling at my spine until she got off one more time.

She did as I said, but her pleasured gasp mixed with a distressed hiss.

With all the playing I’d done before waking her and how deep I was hitting at that angle, she had to be overwhelmed even without the added simulation. It was likely painful.

I almost felt bad.

Almost.

“Don’t stop.” I held her hips in place so her fingers didn’t lose contact with her clit as I fucked her. “You can take it, baby. I know you can. Just like you’re taking me so beautifully. Fuck, I wish you could see.”

Her slow motions sped with renewed desperation at my words.

I knew it both because of how her body tightened and the way her fingertips grazed me.

She must’ve liked the feeling of that almost as much as I did because she touched me and herself more.

And then she came apart again, crying my name as she did.

The world could’ve been ending around us, and it still wouldn’t have been enough to stop my own orgasm from tearing through me. With my eyes glued to our connection, my cum shot out to fill her. Marking her from the inside.

Mine.

Mine.

All fucking mine.

I took a few more gliding thrusts, making sure she had every last drop as she tightened around me. Reluctantly, I slid free and dropped back to catch my breath.

Maddie was just as spent as her legs went out from under her. Her words came out muffled against the bed. “I thought you said that was going to be fast?!”

At least I’ve salvaged my reputation after what happened the first time I ate her.

Even if it was a close one.

The issue with starting my day with Maddie’s pussy on my tongue and dick—other than running late, which I shockingly didn’t give a fuck about—was that there was no improving from there. I’d peaked before seven.

It was all downhill after that.

And I thought so even before there was a hesitant knock on my office door an hour after I got in.

I looked up from my computer to see June standing in the doorway.

“Yes?” I prompted when she remained silent.

Her overly cheerful smile set my teeth on edge. “How’s it going, boss?”

“Whatever it is that you want, go for it.”

Her eyes widened before she schooled her features. “Even another aquarium closer to my desk?”

“Yes.” I barely had to think about it before adding, “And one in here, too.”

“What? Really?” She waved her hands. “Wait. No. That’s not why I’m here.”

“What then?”

She stepped in and closed the door. “How was your weekend?”

I hated mindless small talk, so I raised a dark brow. “Fine. Why?”

“You rushed out of the Wilkins engagement party fast.”

“Was there an issue?”

“No. Hank understood. And I added three consults to your calendar after the new year. You’re welcome.”

“I saw. You clearly handled things in my place as competently as always.”

“Wow. With that kind of appreciation, my ego might get too big.”

I blinked at her.

“So everything is okay?”

“Again, it’s fine. Are you going to tell me why you keep asking, or am I supposed to play Twenty Questions to find out?”

“Because along with cutting out early on Saturday, you missed a meeting with Adriana Davies yesterday afternoon.”

Even if I wanted to, there was no hiding my shock at that.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d forgotten an appointment.

Hell, I wasn’t sure I’d ever done it. But despite the time I’d spent in my home office the morning before, my thoughts hadn’t been on work.

I hadn’t even opened my calendar. And other than glancing at email subjects to make sure they weren’t marked urgent, I’d barely looked at my phone.

I’d been too distracted by Maddie.

With Maddie.

In Maddie.

I reached for my phone, but she cut me off. “Matt was here. He handled the PI for her case, so he was able to go over the findings and the options moving forward. His notes should be in the system.”

Of every client I could’ve let slip through the crack, the studio heiress who was being sued after hitting someone with her car wouldn’t be top of my list. Especially since her doting father was also a client—and one who single-handedly funded my house purchase thanks to his… eccentric business and personal life.

Since that kind of case was outside my varied wheelhouse, I’d only agreed to review it in order to recommend the best suited representation.

But when our PI found footage that showed the victim had haltingly thrown himself in front of her car—and documented evidence that his injuries were exaggerated—the open and shut case turned into easy money.

Unless I missed a damn meeting and lost both Davies as clients.

“If anyone asks,” June continued, “your grandmother died.”

“She did. Forty-five years ago.”

Her face softened with the kind of sincere—yet incredibly fake—sympathy that’d earned her the coveted spot at the front desk. “Can we ever really put a timeline on grief?”

I made a mental note to follow up with Matt and Adriana as soon as June left, but that apparently wasn’t all there was.

Because my day had peaked before seven, dammit.

“Did your disappearing act have anything to do with the Tripp Carter situation?”

My eyes closed, and I exhaled sharply through the pit of dread in my gut. I fought the urge to throw myself in front of a car—not haltingly—rather than deal with whatever headache was about to be dropped at my feet. “What Tripp Carter situation?”