Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Where he couldn’t hear them. Matt suppressed a grin. “Probably a good idea.”
He hadn’t seen Madison in more than forty-eight hours. Despite the fact he’d been wrapped up in mission prep, it felt like forty-eight decades. He’d missed her so fucking much.
“Before you go, I’m supposed to tell you that Deke arranged a place for you and Madison to—what was the word he used?—‘decompress’ in DC. You’ll have full use of an apartment above an upscale shopping strip. There’s an SUV in the garage below. The guy who owns the unit apparently left the city for the summer and doesn’t plan to return before Halloween. The midterms are only a few days later.”
Thank fuck. Nailing down a location where he could reconnect with Madison while he crawled into her head and climbed inside her body, ensuring she was still his, had been a top priority as far as Matt was concerned. “Thank him for us.”
Edgington nodded and handed him a ring of keys. “I’ll text you the address. And I’m supposed to tell you to leave the unit as pristine as you found it. The cleaning crew comes in every other Monday morning between eight and noon. Avoid them. Oh, and the owner is kinky as fuck. You’re welcome.”
“Word got around, huh?”
“That you have proclivities?” Caleb shrugged. “We’re all a little bent around here.”
Apparently, the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. He’d known for a while that his bosses were on the Dominant side, so the fact their father liked to top his wife didn’t shock Matt.
“Roger that.”
“Go see your girl.”
“Thank you, sir.” Matt disappeared down the inky hallway and eased into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him and setting down his duffel.
Madison rolled over in the dark and slowly opened her sleep-heavy lids. “Colonel?”
“No. It’s me.” He stepped into a sliver of silvery moonlight seeping through the drapes.
With a gasp, she sat up, shoved the covers aside, flipped on the light, and leapt toward him, her dark hair tumbling out of the makeshift bun atop her head.
Matt wrapped his arms around her and curled her against his body, closing his eyes as she sighed. Now he felt complete. Now his existence felt whole. He had Madison. Nothing else mattered. “You okay, honey?”
“I didn’t think I would get to see you before we left tomorrow.”
“I wasn’t about to get on that plane without spending one more night with you.”
She smiled up at him, eyes big and blue and thankful. “Do your bosses know you’re here?”
“Yeah.” And they weren’t happy about it. “I only have a few hours. They want me back home before sunup in case my place is being watched.”
Her smile dimmed. She held him tighter. “I know we need to be careful and not give Todd ammunition to turn public opinion against us.”
“Exactly.” He shrugged off his T-shirt and toed off his shoes before he climbed onto the mattress. “You sleepy?”
“Now that you’re here? No.”
He tumbled her back to the rumpled bed. “Exactly what I wanted to hear. Whatever you’re wearing, take it off.”
“It’s a nightgown. You don’t think it’s cute?” She reached for the bedside lamp.
Matt grabbed her wrist to stop her. “It would look better on the floor. You going to obey or do I need to spank you to make my point?”
Instantly, her nipples hardened against the thin cotton.
“No, Matt.” She sounded breathy as she grabbed the hem and tugged the babydoll up her body and over her head before dropping it onto the hardwoods. Her plump breasts with their dusky pink nipples beckoned, hard and sweet and all his.
“The panties?” he demanded.
She lay back and wriggled out of them, exposing every inch of herself—her flat stomach, her lush hips, her already-swelling pussy. Matt moaned, looming over her as he dragged his knuckles up and down her slickening flesh, reacquainting, teasing, petting. Madison’s breath caught.
“Such a pretty pussy. And so smooth. You continued shaving it?”
“I did. For you.”
God, he still didn’t always understand his drives and desires. Why couldn’t he be that guy who was happy merely kissing his girl, then slowly undressing her before he made love to her all night? He just wasn’t, and he was so fucking grateful that Madison seemed in tune with him.
“Good girl. Have you played with this pussy while we’ve been apart? Have you made yourself come?”
“Matt!” She sounded mortified.
“Tell me.”
She swallowed. Something guilty flashed across her face. “Once or twice, but—”
“Stop. You’re mine. That means your pussy is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms are mine.” He sent her a disapproving glare. “You shouldn’t play with what’s mine without my permission, should you?”
Madison bit her lip. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Matt.”
“Will you play with it from now on without my approval?”
“No, Matt.”
He caged her between the mattress and his body, pressing their bare chests together as he spread her legs wide with his denim-clad thighs. “Perfect. This once, I’ll forgive you for playing with what no longer belongs to you. Tonight is about being together.”