Page 39 of Tender Offer (Chance at Love #3)

Preston

N eon signs bathe our town car in a glow. The seventeen-minute ride to Madison’s flat is a silent countdown. Her head is on my shoulder, our fingers threaded together on my knee.

My life until this point has been an autopilot blur. I’ve existed, but now I feel myself coming back to the real me, and it’s because of her. I expect at any moment to wake up from a dream without the fresh scent of magnolia or her textured curls brushing over my cheek.

I type out a message to Dayo, pocket my phone, and take Madison’s hand once we arrive. The security we had at the park will disperse for the evening.

Madison guides us by the front desk attendant with a smile.

We step into the lift and float up floors to the twelfth.

Our destination is at the end of a long, carpeted corridor with black doors.

Whoever the designer was spared no ceiling lights.

They’re illuminated breadcrumbs, leading us to the place we’ll share our first night together.

“Home sweet home.” She unlocks the deadbolt. Another lock unfastens to reveal an open floor plan with a backdrop of windows. “It’s no Westminster penthouse, but it has a view.” There’s no animosity in her tone, only pride for the space she calls her own.

“It’s nice, Puff.” I nod to the Hudson River. Moonlight floats across the dark surface and catches on adjacent high-rises.

It’s a beautiful view, but it’s not the one that interests me.

Madison reaches for me at the same time I move toward her.

Our mouths collide in a slow, drugging kiss of tongue and desire.

I swallow her gasp at my hand on her neck, holding her in place.

A smile spreads across the pillow of her lips at my groan when she sucks my tongue, moving back and forth with enough force to make me come.

She yanks at the lapels of my overcoat, which I push over my biceps.

My suit coat is next to fall to the ground.

I work on my tie while her fingers fly over the buttons of my shirt.

Our kiss breaks so she can take in my chest and the trail of hair that extends below my belt.

Her tug on the leather forces my bare chest against her breasts, which are cased in a dress I’m seconds from ripping off with my teeth.

She unbuttons my trousers, pulls down the zip, and grips her target now growing against my leg.

“Madison,” I grunt when my trousers and briefs follow her to the floor. “Baby, it’s your birthday. Let me take care of you.”

“You do take care of me,” she says with lust and affection reflecting in her eyes. My ass clenches at the first swipe of my tip. Shit . “It’s my birthday.” She kisses the precum. “Show me what you got, Thumper.”

I narrow my eyes at the nickname but lose focus when she thrusts me deeper into her mouth. The trousers around my ankles lock me in place for her thick lips to massage the pillar of flesh she strokes with the curve of her mouth. “ Fuck, Puff.”

Once Madison’s mind is set, there’s no stopping her. Not that I’m complaining. We’re tenacious in the same way. If she wants to suck the skin off my penis, I won’t argue with her.

I gather her hair into my fist and pump into her with slow and measured strokes. Madison needs no guidance on bringing me to my knees. She proves it with the flick of her tongue under my head, which she rolls over until she reaches my spot.

“Damn it… shit .” My right foot taps the hardwood in rapid succession like the Bambi character she nicknamed me after. At her moan, I widen my stance and thrust into her relaxed throat. I change speed to savor the drag of her flattened tongue. “Eyes up. Suck me harder.”

Madison whimpers at my grip on her hair. It’s tight but not tight enough to hurt her. She confirms her comfort with a hum that shoots straight through my nuts. The gargles and saliva dripping down her stretched mouth nearly send me through the ceiling with curled toes.

“Just like that, Puff,” I grunt.

My dick thickens as her moans mix with a gag. Her throat eases to grant space for my head to tap the back. A hand wraps around my shaft. Madison’s pace quickens, her head bobbing, her nails digging into my ass as I get lost in loud slurps and the heaven of her mouth.

“Puff. I’m about to come.” It’s the only warning I can muster through clenched teeth.

Blood pounds in my ears, and my foot is about to stomp a hole through the floor. I brace a hand on the wall and come down her throat.

My breaths are erratic, my chest heaving at the tremors of the aftershock. Madison swallows eagerly, like she’s working for extra credit. Her hazel eyes lift under long, hooded lashes.

I don’t know what kind of witchcraft she practices, but I need her ring size now.

“Up,” I instruct, staring at her in awe and confusion while shaking the feeling back into my legs. I kick out of my shoes and trousers. Her eyes crinkle with a knowing smirk until I toss her over my shoulder.

“Preston!” Her giggle wanes into a moan as I slap her ass.

Who’s laughing now?

I swipe a plate that holds a single-tier chocolate cake from the kitchen counter. Dark ganache drips from the top to the base, with various truffles along the edge.

“What are you doing?”

“Bedroom” is all I say. She points to a room on the right.

The lights are off, but night glitters through the windows to unveil a monochrome room painted a dark color. Gray maybe? It resembles my office but has a ceiling light bathed in crystals above the bed.

I set Madison on her feet and place the cake on the mirrored bedside table next to the window.

Her dress winks in the moonlight, dancing across the curves of her smooth, pecan skin.

“Do you mind?”

The silk in her voice reawakens my dick, which is still bobbing free. She gives me her back and drapes her curls over her shoulder to expose the zip of her dress.

I unfasten the clasp and dust open-mouthed kisses down to the small of her back. The edge of a black lace thong peeks out from the curve of her ass, and I lick it. It’s impossible not to stroke my dick, now pointing at the ceiling.

“Thank you,” she says over her shoulder.

The edge of her mouth lifts at my fist over my length.

I could stay on my knees for the rest of the night but rise to my full height.

The straps of her dress cascade down the soft lines of her body and catch on her nipples.

Her breath quivers when I tug on the engorged tips.

“Mmh,” she murmurs, head against my chest. Her hand reaches for my hair, which she crinkles in her grasp.

The dress snags over her wide hips before it pools on the floor.

“Preston,” she pants. “Yes.”

My mouth latches on to the hollow of her neck as my hand strokes and twists her left nipple.

My other hand slides down her rib cage to the soft flesh of her belly.

Another moan crackles in the air when I change nipples and glide over the seat of her black thong, which is now saturated in her essence.

“Don’t hold your breath, Puff.” I lick her whimper and glide two fingers up her slit in a long stroke. Her legs part, summoning me to caress the slick heat between her thighs. I curve my hand to add pressure to the subtle ridges of her G-spot.

“ Preston .” Madison writhes against me, hips rolling and back arched. She bends into my palm, which is pressed against the valley of her heaving breasts, and comes in a long, satisfied moan.

“Your climax is my favorite sound.” She screams at my smack to her pussy. My dick swells at her throaty groan. “Do you hear how wet you are? Dripping all over this fucking floor.” I give her another smack.

“Preston.” She stumbles forward at the threat of another orgasm.

“What you running for?” I keep her in place with my hand wrapped around her throat. “Take what I give you, baby.”

Madison’s panting wanes when she resettles against my chest—right where she belongs. Her breath hitches at the sudden loss of my fingers inside her.

“Taste yourself.” I feed her two fingers coated in her juices, pumping them in and out of her mouth. “I wanted to give you dessert first, but I want mine now.”

I press the softest kiss to her cheek and pull out my fingers, circling her nipples with her saliva. The hard peaks glisten in her fluids, drawing my mouth to lap and suck. I use my teeth to nick the sensitive skin and send her into overdrive.

“Oh, my—” Madison’s head falls back. She gasps for a breath she releases to the ceiling.

“Do you trust me?” I press her breasts together and run my tongue from one nipple to the other.

“Yes,” she says. Black lashes fan over her skin now beaded with sweat. She whimpers at a tug.

“Press your titties on the window.”

Hazel eyes fly open and catch flecks of gray in the pale light. Madison swallows hard, her gaze darting from me to the outside world beyond panes of glass.

She moves around me with the grace of a model in heels. It takes four steps for her to reach the glass. Her fisted hands unfurl, and she presses her palms into the Manhattan view.

“It’s cold.” There’s a shiver in her voice, one I’ll warm soon enough. “Are you coming?”

Our eyes lock over her shoulder. “Enjoying the view,” I admit. Her body is a work of art. The delicate curve of her ass leads to flared hips and dimples in the small of her back.

I take my place behind her and kneel. With our height difference, I’m at eye level with the round globes that have been teasing me all night. I bite a cheek and suck it with a loud pop.

“Lift for me.” She raises a sparkly heel to the footstool next to the window. “Look at this pussy.” Her mewl at a long swipe of my tongue excites my dick.

Everything about Madison is infectious, but I spread her cheeks and devour her pussy like a starved man.

“ Shit ,” she mumbles, her face pressed against the side of the glass.

I swirl my tongue into the juices dripping from her lips. She jumps at the lick to her asshole.

“Preston.” Her legs shake. “I—oh.”

I push her thighs apart and suck harder, nose to ass. She groans and rolls her hips into my face. “Fuck yes, Puff. Throw it back.”

And that she does.

Her body heat paints a fog on the glass. “I think someone is watching,” she moans.

Sure enough, a light is on in an adjacent building. It’s not close to make out the figure facing us, but someone is there.

“Want to stop?” I ask.

She bites her lip, a rush of pleasure filling her cheeks. “No.” Her tiny smile rivals the fire in her eyes.

“Very well.” With one final lick, I stand and thrust three fingers into her warm channel, which is clenched in a viselike grip. I pull them out to smack her lips. “My Puff is an exhibitionist, and she likes spankings,” I say to her moans. “Come again so you can take this dick.”

Madison’s breath becomes erratic as it mixes with her gasps.

I reposition my grip to slide in and out of her sex with more speed.

My hand is a cup against her swollen G-spot, rubbing circles.

She latches on to my forearm and pushes harder.

The force of her fucking my hand stiffens her body on a scream.

“Hah! I’m coming!”

Slurps quicken until I pull out as a gush of liquid squirts onto the glass and the floor.

“Holy”—she gulps for air—“shit.”

I scoop her into my arms and lay her in the center of the bed. She curls her legs into the air and pushes her hands against her mound, straining her breasts between her arms. She’s in complete bliss, head back, mouth open, eyes closed.

Magnificent.

“Are you okay, baby?” I keep my tone light so as not to disturb her postcoital high from the nipple stimulation and squirting. The exhibitionism was a bonus.

Madison’s teeth scrape her bottom lip. Her eyes dance over my face. “Can I have one more birthday present?”

“Anything.”

“You.” She nods to my dick, which is basking in her approval.

“Are you sure?”

Her heels spread to reveal her bare, swollen pussy. “Please,” she whispers. “Have you been with anyone else?”

“Of course not, Puff.” I frown. “I’ve had zero sexual interactions since I saw you in January. I promise I haven’t touched Gisele, or any other woman.”

“I know…” She looks away, her brows creased in deep thought. “Is it wrong that I don’t want anything between us? I’m on the pill, and we have our STI panels from…” She glances at me with a shy smile.

“Ravenous,” I finish for her.

“Yeah.”

Using condoms is a longstanding practice for me, even at Ravenous. But I want Madison in every way possible. Just me and her for the rest of our lives.

The bed dips under my weight as I crawl between her legs. I stop to savor the air scented with her essence and press a kiss to her inner thigh. Not feasting on this pussy every waking moment will be one of my greatest challenges.

Madison reaches for me and seals our mouths. The kiss is gentle, unrushed. I curl an arm around her hip to pull her closer. Our tongues dance, making space for us to sink deeper.

I get lost in memories that now thread into the present. How did I get so lucky to have her twice in the same lifetime?

I kiss the tip of her chin, and we groan as my head breaches her entrance. Her gasp lodges in her throat before it explodes through the curves of her lips. A crease between her delicate brows forms at the tug and pull of pleasure swaying with pain.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Never better,” she huffs through a moan.

I mirror her grin and push into the friction of her tight walls, which stretch to let me in. Our exhales tangle with every inch until I’m fully seated. My thumb glides over the soft line of her cheek. I seal my mouth to hers and hold the soft dip of her hip to pull out and thrust deeper.

Just me and her. For the rest of our lives.