“Sure, it is. This kitchen was yours long before it was mine.” He nudges his head to the industrial fridge. “Fresh snails just arrived. From what I’ve heard, they were a fan favorite.”
I laugh at both Jude’s witty comment and Maddox’s screwed up face. “Thank you. We will stay out of your way as much as possible.”
When I twist to face Maddox, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. In a weird way, today has been almost an exact replica of what I envisioned my life would be once I left this place, except it’s occurring here, in the last place I thought possible. “Anything in particular you feel like eating?” I smile wider when his sultry grin answers my question on his behalf. “You can have that later, for now…”
“What about that dish you whipped up almost two months ago?” Maddox fills in when I leave my reply hanging wide open. “The Maddox special.”
“Okay,” I mumble while wracking my brain to remember exactly what I put in his dish that night. I went all out, hoping to impress him even when it should have been the last thing on my mind. “One Maddox special coming right up.”
I don’t even make it two steps away when Maddox seizes my wrist and tugs me back. “If I recall correctly, it’s your birthday, right?”
“That it is,” I reply, even knowing too well he’s aware today is my birthday.
Tears mist my eyes when he says, “Then aren’t I supposed to cook for you?”
Torn between smiling in excitement and cringing with worry, I ask, “Under my guidance?”
“Of course,” Maddox replies as he paces us toward the large industrial refrigerator he crowded me against all those weeks ago. “I don’t want you dying on me.”
Many many hours later, I breathe through the ache of an overstuffed stomach while dragging my tongue across my suddenly bone-dry mouth. Maddox and I cooked, flirted, and ate more carbohydrates than I’ve consumed in my life, then we washed up like a regular, everyday couple.
It was only when Maddox handed me the final dish to dry did the simplicity of my life the past six weeks smack into me hard and fast. I’ve craved this very thing for so long, knowing my every wish had been granted saw me muttering three little words I never thought I’d say to anyone. You can love in my family industry, but you must never openly express it
But I did.
I declared my love out loud for the world to hear.
And for once, not an ounce of fear encroached me. It actually felt relieving, which is stupid when you truly think about it. We’ve been together almost twenty-four-seven for over six weeks, and we dealt with the good and bad within the first three days of our relationship, so telling Maddox I love him was the next logical step.
I’m pleased as hell to tell you he responded better than hoped. He didn’t immediately say it back. He whipped my backside with a damp tea towel, made a remark about how hard I made him work for it, then he pinned me to the fridge that tried to commence my downfall weeks ago before he kissed the living hell out of me.
Only once he had me on the brink of climax did he say it back—multiple times. In my ear, along my collarbone, and as he trekked his succulent, kiss-swollen lips over the thrusting curves of my breasts. He even says it now while kneeling before me, drinking in the damp panties his last five minutes of attention caused.
We’re in public, in the very town my uncle makes sure women feel worthless in, yet I feel as if I have the entire world at my feet.
“Ohh…” I gargle out with a long breath when Maddox’s impatience gets the better of him. He didn’t wait until he had my panties pushed aside to drag his tongue along the crevice in my pussy. He did it through the moist, cotton material, causing it to cling to my aching sex even more than it already was.
“Put your leg over my shoulder, then bring that sweet pussy to me.”
I do as instructed without additional prompting.
“Now tilt your hips forward. Show me how bad you want this.”
My pussy is practically shoved into Maddox’s face when the heat of his breaths cause my hips to naturally gyrate. Their movements can’t be helped. I’m not in control of anything when his head is between my legs. Mercifully, I somehow have Maddox convinced I’m a pro in the bedroom. He has no clue I watch him for prompts.
I bite back a groan when his tongue circles my clit. There’s no doubt it is extra sensitive. I just have no clue if that’s because I’m pregnant or because of the fantastic day we’ve had. With his hands gripping my ass, he plants a bunch of sloppy kisses on my pussy. He’s teasing me, taking it slow, knowing I’ll soon beg him for more. I love making love to him, but I also like when he loses control.
“Please,” I beg a short time later. The pressure he places on my clit with his tongue is perfect, and my knees are shaking from his tongue exploring every inch of my dripping sex, but I need him to loosen the reins to lose control. I need him to eat me how only he knows how.
“Yes…” I hiss out with a moan when my every wish is answered with only one plea.
Maddox buries two fingers inside of me before slowing curling them, finding the spot only he can. He flicks the sensitive bud in my clenching sex while his tongue hits my clit with rapid-fired hits.
When my thighs shake, I brace my back against the fridge. I feel like I’m spiraling. My head is dizzy and filled with a crazy lust haze.
“Come on, Demi. Give it to me. Come on my face.”
His voice, the scruff on his chin, and his heavenly fingers are the perfect trifecta. I shimmer and shake as tingles activate over every inch of me. “I’m so close.”
Maddox is so focused on me, I’ve completely forgotten where we are, how we got here, and why his knuckles are red. Nothing but climaxing is on my mind.
“Rock against me, Demi. Take what you fucking need. I’m right here to catch you when you fall.”
The roughness of his voice has me imagining how hard he is. He’s wearing jeans. The zipper is still done up. His cock must be in agony.
“You, Maddox, please. I need you.” The sensation is overwhelming, I can feel myself coming undone, but I still want more. I need his thick rod filling me with the heat of his spawn. I want it all, and I want it now.
“Whoa, slow down,” Maddox pushes out with a chuckle after rising to his feet. After wiping away evidence of my excitement from his lips with the back of his hand, he says with a smile, “Your legs are a little unstable.”
His smirk during his confession unleashes a side of me I’ve never seen before. I yank at his shirt like a madwoman, uncaring that I pop several buttons. “You… in me… now!” Big, needy breaths separate my words. I’m panting out of control, my body equally pissed with the intermission and thrilled by it.
My begs turn greedy when the removal of his cock is quickly chased by my thumb lapping up the droplet of pre-cum pooling on the tip. He’s heavy in my hand, pulsating with unquenched desire. “I want you to fuck me, Maddox. Hard and fast. I want you so bad.”
When our eyes catch, something alters in his. “Show me just how bad.”
I hook my leg around his waist like I’m a gymnast before grinding my aching clit on the crown of his fat cock. The grunt that rumbles up his chest is enough to pull my legs out from beneath me, so I won’t mention the sensation that overwhelms me when he spins me around, curls me over the large bench in the middle of the kitchen, then drives home. “Yes… fuck me, Maddox. Fuck me hard.”