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)
Matt gripped the remote tighter as if he struggled to keep his hands off her, too. Then he rose and settled himself in the chair just beside the sofa, casting a meaningful glance at the cushion closest to him.
Taking the hint, Madison kicked off her stilettos, grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, and pretended to cozy up to the arm. Matt leaned toward her, faking an intense study of the remote.
“Can you hear me?”
As the sensual strains of Halsey filled the room, she resettled her head, nodding as she pretended to find a comfortable position.
“Good. I wanted to tell you that you were fantastic tonight, honey. Despite how awful Agatha, Winston, and Todd made every minute of that dinner, you succeeded at everything we worked on in the swamp, and you didn’t let those shit stains rattle you. I’m seriously proud of you.”
Matt’s praise warmed her. She tipped her head back and offered him a smile with her eyes, telling him silently how much his support and his praise meant to her.
“Roger is every bit the pussy you said. And Cynthia has obviously chosen to escape inside a bottle. But the compassion you showed Genie is one of the reasons I love you, but I’m sure that wasn’t easy.”
Under the guise of shifting to find a comfortable position, she shook her head.
“You looked incredible in that dress, by the way. And Ramona made amazing roast beef.” Suddenly, his voice deepened. “But I would ten times rather have eaten you.”
She turned her stare back to him. His gray eyes darkened like the nighttime shadows lengthening inside the apartment.
He leaned close to her ear again. “If we were anywhere else tonight, I would reward you like the queen you are. I would kiss my way down your body. Well, I’d linger on your nipples first. I’d suck them and bite them because I know how wet that makes you. Doesn’t it?”
Madison swallowed, nodding in little jerks.
Matt shifted in his seat, somehow now closer because she felt his hot breaths on her ear. “Are you already wet for me?”
She didn’t even have to stick her hands inside her underwear to know. Matt always made her wet the instant he dropped his octave and spoke in those hypnotic tones.
Wriggling, she nodded again.
“Good girl. Close your eyes and listen to me.”
Madison complied, her pulse jumping. What was he up to?
“Your obedience makes me hard. You like knowing that, don’t you?”
On the cushy arm of the sofa, she nodded under the guise of readjusting.
His low laugh reverberated through her body, settling between her legs. “And you’re honest, too. Remember when I said you couldn’t play with that pussy between your legs because it’s mine? I’m giving you permission to touch it right now. Under that blanket, lift your skirt, slide your fingers in your underwear, and rub your clit.”
Greedily, she huddled deeper under the throw and turned onto her back, bending one knee to rest against the sofa cushion. With one hand, she lifted her dress to her waist. The other she slid under the waistband of her panties and over her mound. She was already puffy and soaking, and the first contact of her fingertips on the neediest part of her body had her gasping. Quickly, she circled, doing her best to keep her expression blank as she rushed headlong toward orgasm.
“Ah, ah, ah… Not too fast. I said you could play with yourself. I didn’t say you could come.”
Her fingers froze. She tipped her head back, eyes wide, mouth open in shock. He couldn’t be serious.
His warning glance told her he was, regardless of how tightly her body was strung. “Don’t look at me like that. In fact, don’t look at me at all. You’re supposed to be ‘napping.’ If you can’t manage to look like you are, I’ll take away your privileges with that juicy cunt.”
She slammed her eyes shut and settled her head back on the arm of the couch in her best interpretation of sleep.
“Better. If you want playtime to continue, I expect you to be a good girl and touch that pussy exactly the way I tell you. Rub your clit slowly. Make the ache burn. I want you to need this orgasm so badly… Of course you’ll want to wriggle and writhe, but don’t do it. Don’t disappoint me.”
Madison complied, making soft, slow circles around her clit until every touch was torture. She bit the inside of her cheek. Her legs tensed. Her breaths turned choppy.
“That feels so good it’s bad, right?” he drawled so close to her ear that his words felt like a physical touch. “I’ll bet it is. Keep doing it. Just like that. Mmm. Let the pleasure burn you.”
It already was. Madison would have sworn she was searing alive. Still, she obeyed, rubbing herself at a deliberately unrushed pace that made her feel as if she were slowly being dismantled.