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Even with the air conditioner on, the sweltering heat outside had John
sweating. And it was close to bedtime, but Texas heat wouldn’t let up until
several months later, if the state was lucky.
“How did I know you were here?”
John turned to see Madison standing in the doorway. He looked at her, smiled
weakly and picked up his drink to hide his delight at seeing her curvy figure
standing in t-shirt and hip hugging jeans that accentuated just how shapely her
figure was. “You’re just lucky, I guess.”
She frowned. “When are you going to stop working so hard?”
John licked his lips and looked at Madison, his eyes traveling up and down
the line of her body. Strands of blond hair strayed from her ponytail,
accentuating her round face. Ocean blue eyes and plump lips beckoned to him,
silently asking for permission to…
Hands on her curved hips, she strode forward and took the drink from his hand.
“What are you drinking?”
She took a swig before he could answer, and immediately started coughing.
John took the drink from her hand and patted her on the back. “Scotch on the
rocks, Madison. My favorite.” John handed her a bottle of water from beside the
half empty bottle of scotch.
Madison took a long, deep swig, her throat pulsing with each swallow.
Something tight formed low in John’s groin as he watched beads of water slide
down her long neck into the valley of her luscious breasts. John noticed how
snug the fit of her red and pink stripped shirt fit across her breasts.
Or how it showed a little bit of skin when she arched her head back to drink the
rest of the water.
Setting the empty bottle down on the table, Madison looked at John, narrowing
her eyes. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“I’m on break right now, but in a few minutes I’m off to bed. I have to get
up early and go to the property, let my new contractor in, run errands all
afternoon on the north side of town and get things ready for our refi.”
Madison reached out to him, the soft touch of her hands against his tense
shoulders set hi at ease. “You weren’t even going to tell me you were here, were
you?”
John looked around the apartment, at the window and back at Madison again. “I
planned to. Just after things were in order so we could—“
Madison’s fingers touched his chin. “Don’t play games with me John. We both know
how you are. You need to work less, spend more time with me.”
John let out a long, slow breath. “I know. I promise I will. Just have to get
this deal going first. I flip this house and I’m free financially. We’re so
close, Madison. Two of our partners are only two deals behind me and…I know.
You’re not buying it, are you?” He stopped talking, studying her expression
instead. The smell of humidity hung in the air along with something else more
primal. Her personal aroma drifted his way.
“I’m not buying your bullshit. I’m proud of you. But you can’t just waltz in
here and stay with me without giving me warning so I can rearrange my schedule
for you.”
John took his glass and poured more scotch into the settled ice. “I’d rather you
not.”
“You don’t love me?”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “With all my heart, I love you.”
Her frown deepened. “Then cut the crap. And slow down. I’ll rush your ass to the
hospital for your heart but I promise you’ll not be happy with me afterwards.”
John threw his head back in laughter. “I’m fine dear. Okay?”
Madison slapped his shoulder.
John reached for her hand, taking it in his. She was warm. “I’d slow down for
you,” his voice was a low whisper now.”
“You haven’t yet.” She set a hand on her luscious hip.
“Make me?” John spun around in the chair and looked at the documents spread out
before him. Loan papers, contractor bids, materials lists and schedules for the
next few weeks lay out on the desk in a mess.
“Maybe I will.” She glared at him, her tongue flicking over her plump bottom
lip.
His cock hardened. “You haven’t yet.”
Madison sighed. “Haven’t found the right time yet. And why won’t you relax
and wear casual clothes? It’s Friday for Christ’s sake.”
He leaned back and set his hands behind his head. “I thought you liked me in a
suit.”
She licked her lower lip. “I do. But it’s ninety-five degrees outside and your
hair is still hanging down. Aren’t you hot?”
Raising his glass, he swished the ice around. “Got my scotch on the rocks.
You’re here now. I’m good.”
Madison threw her hands up and sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”
John looked at Madison, wishing he could just fall asleep in beautiful pools
of her eyes. Or swim naked with her. That was a thought.
Something built low in his body. He wondered if Madison could feel it when they
touched.
He sure as hell could.
But damn, he was tired. It had been a long flight, the heat was overbearing.
He’d had no trouble getting his rental car or visiting the property but had to
spend too much time without eating. And then he had to remember where Madison
left the spare key to her apartment.
The fact that his property was in Kingwood, he had to fly into Houston Hobby and
then drive all the way back to Sugarland where Madison lived was exhausting too.
But she was well worth it. Hell, he’d do anything to see her standing before
him, looking at him with a hidden mischievous grin and her hands on her hips.
Breasts jutted out proudly while her oh so kissable lips moved.
“I’ve got all sorts of ideas, babe.”
“I’m sure you do,” she nodded. “Just come to bed when you’re done.”
John watched her walk off, her hips swaying from side to side with each step she
took. Hands reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head before
she disappeared, leaving him with a view of her white bra, tanned skin and the
desire to slake his own primal needs tonight.
“Damnit!” John knocked back the drink and slammed the glass on the table. Not
only was he tired, somewhat drunk, and not looking forward to the first of a few
long Saturdays, he was horny.
His cock strained against his pants and he knew he had to do something. Maybe a
cold shower. Or maybe a long, hot shower that featured Madison stepping into the
large tub with him, setting her delectably round ass against his cock and
letting him smell her arousal, feel her heat.
Of course there was just a quick shower where he blew his hair dry, dressed
for bed in pajama bottoms, a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and pale
skin. And there was another glass of scotch, a large one designed to knock him
out so he’d sleep tonight without dreaming of Madison’s pussy gripping him and
milking him.
John slumped back in his chair, head hanging forward. He took a sip of scotch,
let the liquid burn his throat before he took another longer swig. Sitting up,
he looked at the stack of papers that had been neatly organized.
“Madison?”
He smiled to himself.
The bedroom door opened. “John,” Madison’s sleepy voice called out.
John looked up, set his glass down on the desk and waited. “Yes dear?”
“It’s bedtime. Come to bed.”
She sounded needy. Another man would have missed the subtlety of want in her
voice. “I have things to do before bed first.”
“Then I’ll come to you.” Her voice was a husky whisper.
John arched a brow.
A moment later, Madison appeared before John wearing a black see through
teddy that flowed out at the bottom with lace trimming. A scrap of lace hid both
nipples and obscured his view of her pussy. Her hair had fallen around her
shoulders in curls, so that it bounced with each step she took towards him.
Hands started at her shoulders, smoothed down her arms, over her full breasts
and over her round stomach until stopping at her hips. Madison stuck one leg
forward, took a tentative step closer to John and stopped mere inches from him.
“Well?”
His jaw dropped. He blinked several times to make sure he was seeing right
before focusing on her expression.
“You think I’m fat. I knew it.”
“No!” He stood and took her hands in his. His stomach tightened from the contact
hwile his cock hardened. Blood pumped faster down south and his mouth was bone
dry. “No, that’s not it. It’s just…just…wow Madison. I’ve dreamed of this for
years.”
“What do you intend to do now?” Her frown became a smile.
His cock throbbed beneath his boxers. Damn clothes!
Something inside John switched on as though the alcoholic haze that had begun to
settle around his mind had been lifted.
Lifting a hand to the back of her head, he pulled her mouth to his, crushing
their lips together fiercely.
Inhaling deeply, he swept his tongue over her bottom lip, he pulled her body to
his, making sure to press the length of his cock against her belly. She smelled
of seduction, peaches and cream. “I intend to have you, lover.” He nibbled her
lower lip, enjoying her moans into him as her hands roamed up his back and
settled on his shoulders.
A hand wrapped around loose strands of his hair and pulled his mouth away
from hers. His neck exposed, she bent her head and pressed her lips to his neck,
sucking on the flesh just above his collarbone.
John groaned pleasurably, his cock nudged against her belly still, pressure
building deep inside him.
Forcing her thighs apart with his leg, he pushed her down against his thigh,
feeling the wet heat against his skin through the flimsy material of their
clothes. “Too many barriers,” he commanded and immediately lifted her teddy off
and threw it aside.
“That was my favorite!”
“And it looks great on you. But you look better as you are.” He pressed his
thigh between her legs, rubbing her pussy harder.
She straddled him, gripping his leg tightly.
The valley between Madison’s thighs burned his leg with intense heat. “You’re
hot for me?”
“For years,” she whispered into his ear before her tongue slipped around his
earlobe.
“Sit,” spinning her around, he pulled her onto his lap and made her straddle
him.
Madison giggled, a light airy sound.
Her ass was firmly pressed against his taut stomach. Wrapping his arms around
her waist, he slid his hands up her belly slowly, inch by slow inch.
“You really like the way I look?” Her voice was laced with doubt.
“I love the way you look Madison. You’re beautiful, a full figured woman with—“
A knock at the door cut him off.
He turned his head towards the door. Nothing was going to ruin this perfect
moment damnit! “What the hell?”
A wicked grin crossed Madison’s puckered lips. “That should be Alicia.”
A brow arched. “Alicia?”
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