Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“I’m a one-woman man, thank you very much.”
I grin into the chair.
His phone rings again, and he sighs. “Who is that? Can you see?”
“You want me to look?”
“Yeah, if you can see.”
If I can see.
Eton kept so much of himself hidden, shrouded in a veil of business of private family matters that made me feel like a jerk for inquiring about. But Maddox is so transparent.
Determination and courage. Beauty. And honesty.
It’s no wonder I love this man.
I peek over the side of the chair and see his screen. “It’s your mom.”
“How many times has she called?”
“Three?”
“Fuck it. Answer it.”
I look at him over my shoulder like he’s crazy. “Hard no.”
“Just answer it. She’ll keep calling because now she thinks I’m dead. Doesn’t matter that I’m almost thirty. I understand that’s completely out of pocket, but I’m not arguing with her.”
I just stare at him as it starts to ring again.
He holds his hands up. “I have grease all over me. Please fucking answer it.”
I whine as I reach for his phone. What the hell do I say to her? It’s not like we’re in Publix. Clearly, I’m here fucking her son. And even more clearly, I’m butt-naked with said son’s hands all over my body.
Oh, dear God …
“Hello?” I say, wincing.
Maddox moves his hands over my hips.
“Ashley?” she chirps. “Well, hello. How are you, sweetie?”
She’s happy to hear it’s me? And she knows it’s me? How does she—Banks. Funny how his name answers so many of life’s questions.
“I’m good, Damaris. How are you?”
“I am so sorry to bother you. For some reason, I thought Maddox was home today, and I wanted him to swing by the office and pick up a package for me before he came home. I’m in Daytona Beach today and don’t want to have to drive all the way back to the office to get it.”
“He’ll be home tomorrow. Our flight is at two.”
My heart sinks. I’ve been working so hard to avoid that.
Maddox’s massage slows at the reminder too.
“Are you having a good time?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I struggle to keep a steady voice as Maddox’s hands slip into my inner thighs. “We swam with pigs today.”
“You know, I’ve always wanted to do that. Kix and I keep saying we’re going to go to the Bahamas for an anniversary trip, but we never do.”
Great. Let me hang up now.
“I’m trying to talk him into a couch right now, but I might just book a trip. See how he likes that.” She laughs. “I think I’ve almost worn him down on the couch. Little does he know that I’ve already ordered one, and it was on backorder. So by the time he agrees, I’ll send him to pick up at Swayze’s in Sunnyvale.”
I laugh. “Smart. I like your style.”
Maddox stands and pulls me to my feet too. I think we’re going to go inside because I’m naked, but instead, he adjusts the back angle and then lies on the lounge.
“What are you doing?” I mouth.
“Marriage is a funny thing,” she says. “I learned a little trick from Kix’s mom, actually. Want me to tell you?”
“Sure.”
Maddox takes my hand and brings me to him. My body tenses as his plan begins to lay out in front of me.
“No,” I mouth, my eyes wide. But while my mind may say no, my body screams yes.
He grabs me by the waist, his fingers dipping into my hips to the point it nearly burns, and positions me over his face. I straddle the chair with his mouth just beneath my opening.
My body tingles without him touching it. What the hell am I supposed to do with Damaris? His mother! How do I end this damn call without sounding rude? I sure as hell can’t give the phone to her son and stop what he’s about to do.
“Have selective hearing,” she says, laughing as her son blows on my wet folds. “Because lord knows that he will.”
Maddox tugs on my hips until I squat down. I grip the back of the chair with my free hand and hold myself steady. His tongue drags through my flesh before he sucks gently on my swollen bud.
I hiss, moving the phone away from my face. I try to pull away, to get some control over the stimulation, but he freezes me in place by my waist.
“Ashley? Are you still there, sweetie?”
A shiver shoots through me, and I shake from head to toe.
“I’m here,” I say, fighting to stay calm. “I think we have a bad connection. There … was a storm …”
Maddox fucks me with his tongue, careful not to touch my pussy with his hands. Each stroke sends a wave of euphoria through my body.
“Okay. Please tell my son that I called. Did you say he was in the shower?”
I did not. “Yup!” There’s definitely something wet involved. Currently, me.