“I live next door.”
“What if you’re not home?”
He rattled off some numbers. Thankfully, I was in my office with plenty of paper and pens.
“Got it. Do you want mine?”
“I already have it.”
I frowned.
“It’s in the computer.”
“Oh. Right. Okay then. Someone will call me when it’s done?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
“Welcome. And, Addison?”
“Yeah?”
“Tonight, I’m going to bend you over your bed and fuck you from behind. Then, I’m going to put you on your knees and come in your mouth. Be prepared.”
My mouth dropped open as I heard a click on the other side of the line.
Maybe Maddox didn’t need to work on his dirty talk after all.
The shiver was back.
I couldn’t wait.
Eighteen
Maddox
Wednesday morning, a phone call woke me from my sleep. I blindly reached my hand to my nightstand and hit the volume button to quiet the noise.
I was just falling back asleep when there was pounding at my door.
“What the fuck?” I flipped the covers back and stomped to the door. I whipped it open as I said, “What the hell do you want?”
Addison screeched and covered her eyes. “Maddox, you’re naked.”
I laughed as I grabbed the arm she wasn’t using to hide her face and pulled her inside. “Stop acting like you haven’t seen everything already. I still smell like you, for Christ’s sake.” I shut the door behind her.
She peeked at me through her fingers. “Can you get dressed? I need a ride.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and studied her. She was wearing some sort of gray suit. She had on a blouse, a jacket, and a knee-length skirt. She looked professional. And hot. It brought to mind all my naughty schoolteacher fantasies.
“Maddox, you need to put on some clothes.”
“Why?”
“You can’t drive naked, and”—she pointed to my crotch with her free hand—“you’re getting hard.”
“I’ll give you a ride, but it’s going to cost you.”
She dropped the hand over her face and frowned. “You never said anything about a fee.”
“That was before you woke me up at”—I looked at my wrist where my diving watch sat—“six seventeen in the morning.” I put my arm down and caught her staring at my dick.
She quickly looked up to my face, her cheeks turning red. She lifted her chin. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want, baby.”
“I’m not sucking your dick again.”
That made me laugh.
“What’s so funny about that?”
I took a step closer to Addison and twirled her around. I got behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. I slid my hands down her arms until I got to her hands, which I picked up and placed on the wall.
“I laughed because, last night, you acted like my cock was the best goddamn lollipop you’d ever tasted in your life,” I said next to her ear as I rubbed my dick on her ass. Her hair was up on the top of her head, giving me easy access to her neck.
I gently bit down, and she moaned.
I dropped down to my haunches, reached underneath her skirt, and pulled her panties down. “Step out,” I told her. “Keep your hands on the wall.”
She lifted each high heel, and I slipped her underwear off and threw them across the room.
She gasped.
“You don’t need those.” I skimmed my hand up the inside of her leg. “Are you wet?”
She looked down at me from over her shoulder. She bit her lip and nodded.
“You like sucking me off, don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
I lightly brushed my fingers over her cleft and stood. “Fucking liar. There’s no maybe about it,” I said, and I thrust into her. “Wet. Just the way I like you.”
I pulled out until just the tip of me was still inside her, and then I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to me. I directed her body away and back to me a few more times.
“Fuck me. Just like that.”
Addison shifted in her seat for the twentieth time. “I don’t think it’s fair that I couldn’t put my underwear back on.”
I draped my hand over the steering wheel. “I never said you couldn’t. I said you could put them on if you found them.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “After you hid them from me.”
I shrugged. “You shouldn’t be covering up that pretty pussy with panties.” I squinted my eyes at the road coming up. “Where do we turn again?”
“Hundred and Sixty-Seventh Street. Make a right.”
We were on the highway, going at full speed, so I slowed when we came to the next street. It said 167th, and I turned right.
“It’ll be the first house on the right. It’s about half a mile down.”
House was a modest word for the dilapidated structure that sat on the overgrown lawn full of weeds. It stood on at least a couple of acres, but it looked like the land wasn’t used for anything, going by the lack of care. I parked next to a beat-up car, and the two of us exited my SUV.
The front door opened to the house before we even reached the steps.
“Addison,” a little boy around four or five yelled. He ran down the stairs and into her arms.
She picked him up. “Where’s your mommy, Ben?”
“She’s in the bathroom, crying.” He put a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell. She thinks I don’t know.”
Addison looked over the boy’s head with worry in her eyes. “That’s why I’m here, buddy.” She set him on the ground.
“Who’s that?” Ben asked.
“That’s my friend.”
I snorted.
“His name is Maddox.”
I lifted my sunglasses off my face and set them on the top of my head. “How’s it going, Ben?”
“You’re huge,” he said with amazement in his eyes.
“That’s what she said.”
Addison’s arm whipped out and smacked me in the stomach. She shook her hand and rubbed her knuckles.
I grinned.
“You two are funny,” Ben said.
“You think so?” I asked.
Ben laughed. “Yeah.” He grabbed both our hands and led us inside. “Mommy, Addison’s here. And she brought a friend for me to play with.”
I raised an eyebrow, and Addison snickered.
A door opened, and a very young woman came out of what I assumed to be the bathroom. She looked way too young to have a kid as old as Ben.
When she saw me, she paused in her tracks. Her eyes were filled with fear.
“Claire, this is Maddox. I know he looks scary.”
Scary?
I didn’t look scary.
“But he’s a nice guy.” She looked at me and whispered, “When he wants to be.”
I smiled at this, and Claire looked a little more at ease.
I held up my hands. “I mean you no harm, miss. I just came along to give Addison a ride.”
“And to play with me,” Ben said.