Using his other hand, he tries to flatten it. “It got a little mashed up.”

  “A little,” I snort. “How long has that been in your pocket?”

  “Just since the food got here.” Having formed it back into the shape of a cookie, Maddox holds it out for me. “They’re my favorite.” He pats his pocket. “I have another for myself.”

  I poke at one of the raisins through the cling film. “First the sugary coffee, now raisin cookies? You’re full of surprises, Maddox Lovelace.”

  When he doesn’t reply, I look up.

  He’s staring down at me, the humor gone from his features.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask quietly, even though the cubicles closest to my office are empty.

  His jaw works before he whispers. “I want to kiss you.”

  “We shouldn’t,” I whisper back, taking a step into my office. “But I want to, too.”

  SIXTY

  MADDOX

  I can’t stop pacing my living room as I wait for Hannah to arrive.

  She’s not late, I’m just anxious. Even though I don’t know what I have to be anxious about. She’s not going to disappear on her way over.

  My footsteps halt.

  Hannah wouldn’t disappear by choice. But…

  I shake my head and start pacing again, faster this time.

  When I first got my driver’s license, my mom was a basket case any time I left the house, going on and on about thinking I died in a crash if I was two minutes late getting home. I always thought she was just being dramatic, but I get it now. Because I’m suddenly thinking of all the possible worst-case scenarios that could befall Hannah on her drive over here.

  Instead of crossing the living room again, I stride to the front entryway and open the door.

  I want to see her the second she arrives.

  I’m not even through the door when I see her coming up the driveway.

  My pulse decelerates to its originally anxious speed.

  Hannah slows her car to a stop in front of the house, and I move down the steps to meet her.

  She cuts the engine, and I watch her grab something off the passenger seat before climbing out of her car.

  My eyes drop to the bag in her hand.

  It’s not a purse.

  It’s an overnight bag.

  Heat sizzles through my veins, frying all the previous worry.

  My girl is here.

  I close the distance between us.

  Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat and hold her in place. “Hi, Bunny.”

  Her throat moves with a swallow against my palm. “Hi —”

  My lips find hers. I can’t wait another moment.

  SIXTY-ONE

  HANNAH

  Flames dance up my spine.

  Maddox closes his mouth over mine, consuming me.

  I let my bag drop to the ground and grip his sides.

  Seeing him on and off at the office this week was torture.

  There is no good option. Because either I don’t see him, and that’s awful, or I see him, but I can’t touch him, and that’s also awful.

  But we’re not at work.

  We’re at his house. Alone.

  I swipe my tongue across his lip, and he pulls back.

  “You’re staying the night.” He states it.

  I nod.

  The fingers still around my throat flex. “Are you hungry?”

  I hold his gaze. “I’m not starving.”

  His nostrils flare as he pulls in a deep breath. “Good.”

  “Why’s that good, Maddox?”

  He leans into my space. “Because I had a whole plan, Hannah. I was going to make us dinner. And we were going to watch a movie. And then I was going to bring you up to my bedroom.”

  “And now?” I ask.

  “Now, we’re gonna start in my bedroom.”

  I blink, giving him my most innocent expression. “What are we gonna do there?”

  “You’re going to strip naked and lie on my bed.” My heart rate jumps, and his fingers flex like he can feel the change. “And I’m going to start with my face between your thighs.”

  “Start?” I whisper.

  “Yeah, Babe, that’s how we’ll start. Because we’re gonna end with my cock buried inside you and you calling out my name.”

  “Fuck,” I breathe.

  “Precisely.” Maddox drops his hand from my neck and picks my bag up off the ground.

  He holds his free hand out to me, and I take it.

  There’s not a moment wasted as he pulls me up the walkway to the front door.

  He doesn’t pause as we cross the threshold into his grand entryway.

  I look up, trying not to gawk at the two-story ceiling and the exposed stairway that leads up to the second floor.

  I kick my sandals off as we cross the dark-stained wood floors because Maddox doesn’t slow or give me a tour. He just leads me up the stairs.

  My head spins with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

  The last time we had sex, it was frantic. A little drunk. And our clothes mostly stayed on.

  But I have a feeling tonight is going to be a little more intense.

  SIXTY-TWO

  MADDOX

  I don’t know the last time I felt this out of control. But I’m lost to the lust brewing inside me, and I don’t care.

  There will be no reining it in. I’m going to indulge in it.

  Hannah’s footsteps are quick beside me to keep up with my stride, but she doesn’t complain.

  She’s as ready for this as I am.

  SIXTY-THREE

  HANNAH

  We’re both breathing heavily by the time we reach a set of doors that Maddox swings wide, leading us into a massive bedroom suite.

  The walls are white. The floor is the same dark wood as the rest of the house. Windows and doors lead to other spaces, but none of that matters, because all I can see is Maddox.

  And his giant bed.

  SIXTY-FOUR

  MADDOX

  Using my grip on Hannah’s hand, I tug her in front of me so her back is to my bed.

  I loosen my fingers and step back. “Take your clothes off, Hannah.”

  Her chest is rising and falling in time with my own.

  She hesitates for just a moment.

  “You’re fucking perfect. I already know that. Now show me.”

  Hannah huffs out a breath. “I expect you to get naked too.”

  I grin at her. “Oh, I’m gonna be fucking naked.”

  To prove my point, I reach behind myself and grip the collar of my T-shirt. Then, in one motion, I pull it off my body and toss it to the floor.

  Hannah’s eyes move to my chest. Down my arms. Across my stomach.

  I can feel her gaze trailing over my tattoos. Probably remembering how I didn’t have them that first time together.

  “You can study them later,” I tell her as I undo my belt buckle. With a swift yank, I snap the belt free from my pants. “Catch up.”

  Her lips part on a gasp, but she complies.

  Hannah grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it up over her head.

  I groan.

  Her tits are practically spilling out of her bra.

  I’m definitely watching that movie with my head on her chest tonight.

  We pull our zippers down at the same time. My jeans and her shorts. And together, we let them drop to the floor.

  I step out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but boxers. The thin cotton does nothing to hide the fact that my cock is straining to be freed.

  Hannah pauses again. In her pretty white panties and light pink bra.

  “Naked, Hannah.” I grip my length through my boxers. “I’m not touching you until you’re completely naked.”

  Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I shove my boxers down.

  My length bobs free, and I grip the base. Squeezing. Needing the touch, but also not wanting to blow before I get inside my girl.

  Hannah reaches a hand for me.

  “No.” I stop her with my words even as I drag my grip up my cock. “Take them off.”

  She makes a sound that might be a complaint, but her hands go behind her back.

  A moment later, her bra drops to the ground, and it’s my turn to make a sound. Only there’s no complaint in my tone.

  Her fingers twitch, then she pushes her panties down her legs.

  She has to bend over to get them off, and her tits sway with the movement. And I amend my previous statement, I’m starting with her tits in my mouth.

  SIXTY-FIVE

  HANNAH

  My hands are trembling.

  I’ve never felt so ready and so exposed at the same time.

  But when I straighten, there’s no time to overthink, because Maddox is there.

  He’s right there.

  He grips my sides, and the tip of his hard cock presses against my lower belly.

  I arch my neck, eyes closing, ready for his mouth on mine.

  But the cock against my belly slips away, and before I can open my eyes, lips close around one of my nipples.

  My body jerks at the contact, but Maddox holds me in place.

  He rumbles out a sound of approval, and when my eyes finally focus, I see him on his knees in front of me.

  He’s so tall that, in this position, my breasts are at just the right height.

  His tongue laps across my peak as he sucks more of my tit into his mouth.

  I sway.

  “Maddox.” His name is a plea, and I reach for him, needing to steady myself.

  He sucks again, then pulls his mouth free. “So perfect,” he mumbles, then latches himself on to my other breast.

  I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

  I want to touch him. Want to kiss him. Want to feel more of him.

  But I don’t want him to stop.

  He shifts his hands on my sides, sliding one around to my back, holding me against his working mouth.

  He licks and sucks and makes sounds against my skin.

  And he slides the other hand down my hip, then around until he’s palming my ass.

  Then lower. And lower, until he’s reaching between my legs from behind.

  The first brush of his fingers against my sex makes my knees weak, and I tighten my hold on him to stay upright.

  He lightly traces my seam, and it’s still enough to shoot electricity through my system.

  “Holy shit,” I pant. Then I change my hold on his shoulders, and I try to pull him up. Try to pull him off me because I need to touch him too.

  Teeth graze over my nipple, and I throw my head back.

  My body is tense, everything clenching, but that doesn’t stop Maddox from shoving a finger inside me.

  A cry leaves my mouth.

  Maddox slides his finger deeper.

  “Please,” I pant. “God, Maddox, please.”

  He slides the hand on my back to my hip, and I think he might release me. But he shuffles forward. He presses himself against me, his mouth still sucking my breast, but his face pushing me backward.

  I take one step, the finger inside me feeling so foreign with the movement, but then I’m bumping against the mattress.

  And I’m falling.

  Maddox slips his finger free just as I land on the bed, then he uses both hands to shove me back onto the mattress.

  His shoulders are already between my thighs, and as he shifts closer, I spread my legs.

  I’m no longer worried about what he might see. There is no room for self-consciousness when a man is acting this feral. This starved.

  “That’s my girl,” Maddox murmurs. Then his mouth is on me again, only this time it’s like he promised, with his face between my thighs.

  He licks me. From my entrance to my clit.

  He does it again. And again.

  I can’t stop squirming. Can’t stop reaching for him. My fingers tugging at his hair.

  “Jesus, Hannah.” He licks again. “Such a slick little pussy.” Something presses against my entrance, and it feels like two fingers this time. “Tell me I can come inside you bare again.” He pushes his fingers into me. Just an inch. Then two. “Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.” Another inch.

  I nod.

  I nod, and I nod, and I tug on his hair.

  “Words, Babe.” He jiggles his fingers, and I just…

  I let go of his hair and reach down between us.

  My fingers brush over my clit, once, then his other hand snatches my wrist, pulling my hand away.

  “Tsk, tsk.” He shakes his head and pulls his fingers free from my pussy.

  I let out a whine. “No. Wait!”

  Maddox climbs to his feet. “It was a simple question, Hannah.”

  I can’t remember the question because all I can think about now is the oversized cock attached to the oversized man standing between my spread legs.

  “Scoot up.”

  I blink at him. “What?”

  His smile is devilish as he leans over me. “Scoot up on the bed, Hannah.” He lightly closes his fingers around my throat. “I was going to have you come on my tongue first, but since you just can’t seem to wait, you’re going to come on my cock.” His grip flexes, and I feel each fingerprint in my core.

  I start to scramble backward, farther onto the mattress.

  Maddox drops his hold on me, but he climbs with me, crawling onto the bed over me. His movements match my own.

  “Now tell me I can come inside you.”

  Fucking hell.

  I nod. “You can come inside me.”

  He’s positioned his body between my legs, but I widen my thighs farther, urging him closer.

  “That’s my good girl.”

  He smiles down at me, and it’s so soft. So sweet. I want to cry.

  “Now lift your hips.”

  I plant my feet on the mattress and do as he says.

  Maddox slides a pillow underneath me, then presses his palm against my belly, pinning me down.

  “I’m going to get in as deep as I can, Little Bunny. I need to feel you everywhere.” He shifts his hips forward, and the blunt tip of his dick presses against my entrance. “You can tell me if it’s too much.” He notches inside me, then lowers his mouth until it’s a breath away from mine. “But I know you can take me. Because you were fucking made for me.”

  His lips press against mine as he thrusts his hips forward, and stars explode in my vision.

  My body arches.

  He’s so big. Bigger than he felt last week. Bigger than I remember.

  But the fullness only heightens the delicious sensation of stretching around him.

  His tongue slides across my parted lips before curling into my mouth.

  And I can taste it. I can taste my arousal in his kiss.

  And I snap.

  I close my lips around his tongue and suck it into my mouth. My hands pull at him. My nails dig into the bare skin of his sides. My feet hook around his lower back, and I pull him closer.

  Maddox rocks his hips, and his cock hits even deeper.

  His hips are flush against me, and his heavy balls are against my ass. He couldn’t get any deeper if he tried, and I couldn’t take any more if I wanted to.

  He’s at the end of me. I can feel it.

  Because you were fucking made for me.

  Pleasure swirls around us.

  Maddox pulls out, then shoves back in.

  We were made for each other.

  He does it again. Quicker this time.

  A perfect fit.

  Tears build behind my closed lids.

  Maddox is my perfect fit.

  SIXTY-SIX

  MADDOX

  She’s clinging to me. Taking every inch of me. Moaning and clawing and pulling me to her.

  She’s fucking amazing.

  Hannah is amazing.

  My match.

  My other half.

  My missing piece.

  I open my mouth, angling my head to taste more of her.

  My hips never stop moving. I couldn’t make them stop if I wanted.

  My cock slides in and out of Hannah’s sweet pussy.

  I need the friction.

  Need the heat.

  I need her.

  Heat and desire and a feeling of home have my balls squeezing and emotion building inside my chest.

  Her breasts are pressed against me. Her feet are bruising against my back. And I know she feels it too. This thing between us.

  The pull.

  I shift my weight onto one arm and reach the other down between our bodies.

  “My Hannah,” I say against her lips.

  My fingers find her little bundle of nerves, and I swipe across it.

  She arches, and her pussy tightens around me.

  “My perfect girl.” I slam my hips into her, making her bounce beneath me.

  Her hips roll, and I pull my head back enough so I can look down at her.

  Her eyes are squeezed shut, and tears trail down her cheeks.

  Pride swells inside me.

  I knew she felt it.

  And now she knows it.

  She belongs to me.

  “Open your eyes,” I command. “Open your eyes and let me see you come.”

  Hannah snaps her eyes open, and I roll her clit between my fingers, shoving myself as deep as I can go.

  Staring up at me, she cries my name as she explodes.

  SIXTY-SEVEN

  HANNAH

  An orgasm stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced slams into me.

  Maddox is above me, watching me, and it’s like a dam has broken between us.

  He rolls my clit one more time, then he pulls his hand away and falls on top of me.

  Maddox shoves his arms underneath me, hugging me to him as his muscles flex.