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If he was anyone else, the answer would be an easy yes. But he wasn’t anyone else, so I told him the truth. “No.”

“You better try.” That was the only warning I got before he plunged so deep, I swore he was in my belly.

My sharp cry was cut off by his hand curling over my mouth. His fingers dug in as he ruthlessly fucked me.

It was hurried.

Brutal.

So unbelievably hot.

With my pussy still tightened around him and aftershocks of an explosive orgasm zinging through my limbs, his pace slowed even as the force in his thrusts remained vicious. His voice wasjust as fierce when he gritted out, “I can do whatever I want to you because you’re mine, Madeline. All. Fucking. Mine.”

His last word ended on a groan as he came, each plunge filling me even as it sent the sticky warmth out to drip down my thighs.

When he slipped free, my legs would’ve given out until I fell to the floor in a graceless heap. Thankfully, he used his firm hold to lift me and sit me on his desk.

He moved between my spread thighs and towered over me. “Just because the arrangement changed doesn’t mean the rules did.”

“Are you going to let me finish now?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but the way your perfect pussy strangled my dick says you already did.”

Yes, and it’s dripping all over your desk.

I gave him an eye roll that earned a delicious growl. “I wasn’t upset about Friday. But in your text, you asked if the time worked for tonight. You always just tell me. That was what felt off.”

“You didn’t like that I asked?”

I lifted a shoulder because it wasn’t that I disliked it, per se. I just preferred the way he usually did it.

“Noted.” Cupping my cheeks, he kissed me long and thoroughly until the need he’d fulfilled grew again. It skyrocketed when he lifted just enough for me to see the warmth in his dark eyes. “And so fucking made me for me.”

Chapter 26

A Scaly Situation

MADDIE

“Huey. Dewey. Louie.” As Iquietly said each name, I put my fingertip to the tank glass like I was shaking their fins. “A new house? In this economy? Impressive.”

The brightly colored aquarium castle wasn’t the only new addition.

A shimmery fish that I’d never seen before swam out to slam into one of the triplets before quickly retreating into the castle like a coward.

My lips curved down, and I walked through my childhood home toward the kitchen.

With the invitation—that wasn’t really optional—toOld Flame’spremiere, I couldn’t keep procrastinating the conversation with my parents. I wasn’t sure what kind of coverage there would be in the theater or at the after party, but I was betting it would be a hell of a lot more than any of the other events we’d attended.

For the first time, I hoped we were photographed. The dress that June and I picked out the day before deserved to be memorialized for posterity.

Technically, she’d been the one to pick it out—and continue her streak of impeccable taste. But unlike the others, the dusty blue tulle dress needed to be hastily altered to fit to perfection. The appliqued bodice had a see-through mesh strip down the center, giving the illusion that there was nothing there. But if it gaped even a bit, then that panel might as well be a peepshow.

The same went for the backless portion that dropped to a borderline obscene point right above the swell of my ass. If I hadn’t gotten it shortened, my crack would’ve been out like a plumber stereotype.

Even though it was unlikely we would be in the background of any official photographs, I planned to take as many as the cloud would store to commemorate the experience and to use in my article. That meant I needed to tell my parents who I would be there with.

AfterI found out who the hell the mean fish was.