“Here?” she squeaked.
“Locked door, no windows. Fuck yes.” He stood, easing her onto her feet. With one hand, he swept her purse and the remaining papers he’d had out onto the floor.
Unwilling to think any further, let alone argue, she rose and unbuttoned her skirt. Let it fall. His gaze darkened at the sight that greeted him, and his hot stare made her even wetter.
“Let me help,” he muttered, fingering the bow at her hips. “This is my favorite pair of yours.” He lifted her onto the table. She raised herself up so he could remove her underwear, and she watched in shock as he stuffed them into his pocket.
He merely grinned and rid himself of his jacket, then dropped his pants, boxer briefs along with them. She stared at his penis, so long, thick, and ready to glide into her, and her sex clenched at the thought.
He stepped between her legs, his large hands holding her thighs apart, and stared down at her. “I love how you look, so wet for me. So ready.” He nudged her opening with the head of his cock.
She moaned out loud.
“That’s it. Let me hear you, baby.”
She bit down on the inside of her cheek. “But someone else might too.”
“Let ’em be jealous then.” A devilish grin lifted his lips.
She rolled her eyes at his arrogance. Then he gripped the flesh on her thighs harder, and her eyes rolled for a different reason as he parted her folds and thrust in deep.
“Alex,” she moaned at the invasion that was hard and thick, pulsing inside her.
He pulled out only to plunge back in, the force of his movement sliding her backwards on the cool polished wood of the table.
“Can’t wait. I’ve got to come.”
His words caused a rippling of desire to shoot from her depths where they joined to other, unrelated parts. Never before had sex encompassed every inch of her body, but it did now.
Every thrust, grind, glide out, and hard push back into her caused sparks of electricity to reach outward, and she felt Alex from the tips of her toes to the lump in her throat and beyond to the stars that burst brightly behind her eyes.
He picked up a steady rhythm, each drive into her accompanied by the arousing roll of his pubic bone against her sex. She glanced at his handsome face, jaw tight, eyes narrowed and focused. On her. Without warning, he slowed down and raised her into a half-sitting position on the table. She rested on her elbows as he rolled his hips, keeping their bodies in direct contact that was so hot and intimate. He deliberately ground directly on her clit, causing those stars behind her eyes to burst as he rocked them both to the most earth-shattering orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Tremors and vibrations shook her long after he’d spent himself inside her. No condom again, and she couldn’t bring herself to care. Everything about this moment was surreal, something more out of a novel than real life, and she knew she’d take this memory out and relive it time and time again.
Later, when she thought about the job offer he’d received, reality broke through the sensual bubble he’d put her in. Because Rachel had offered him fame again. He’d been used to the attention and accompanying perks before having it suddenly ripped away. And it had been the lack of those things that had led him back to Madison. To proclamations of wanting a relationship, to the changes she’d seen in his entire personality since his forced retirement.
What would happen if he returned to that life? To the hoards of fans, the women … Would she lose him all over again? Madison’s stomach did a complete one-hundred-eighty-degree flip at the thought, and everything inside her grew cold. The truth was, everybody ultimately left her, and she’d be better off preparing for the eventuality with Alex sooner rather than later.
NINE
Madison returned to Miami and a normal routine. She worked, spent nights with Alex, and dealt with prep for the upcoming hearing about her foster mother. Jonathan was thorough in questioning her and keeping her in the loop about what to expect. His private investigator hadn’t found anything on Eric to help their case, indicating her foster brother had been very careful. No way did Madison believe he was clean or operating in his mother’s best interest. The hearing was in two weeks, and she scheduled a final meeting the week before with Jonathon, who wanted to run Q and A by her one last time.
She tried hard not to think about what could possibly come up at the hearing, pushing it away into a box in the back of her mind until she needed to open it and deal with the contents. It was the way one of her social workers had taught her to deal with long-term problems when she was a child, and the method had stuck.
In the meantime, life went on. To her surprise, Alex had invited her to his mother’s house for dinner this coming weekend, and despite her nerves, she’d agreed.
There was no further discussion about Rachel or the job offer, and the wondering niggled at the back of Madison’s mind. She still wanted him to consider the PR campaign proposed by Derek Fine, but she knew better than to think he’d be receptive now. Especially when he had another offer on the table.
She stared at the inside of her closet, attempting to pick a dress to meet her boyfriend’s mother. Wasn’t that a first? she mused. In all her relationships, none had progressed to the point where she’d met the parents. She had met Alex’s other side of the family when they’d dated, more because of Riley than Alex’s instigation. She hadn’t met his full siblings or parents, and she shivered, glad Riley and Ian would be there offering familiarity and support.
Even she knew what a big deal it was for Alex to bring a woman home, especially after he’d mentioned he’d done the same with Rachel. She pushed thoughts of the other woman away. Again. Madison’s insecurities were just that, her own. Alex had given her no reason to let them interfere in the present. She’d counseled enough women over the years to know how to talk to herself and keep herself looking forward, not back. She found the more she kept thinking positively, the easier it became to continue on that way.
She chose a pastel-printed sundress along with a tasseled pair of sandals. Because of the heat and humidity, she pinned her hair up in a loose bun, letting soft strands fall to her shoulders. A spritz of light perfume, a swipe of blush, some lip gloss and she was as ready as she’d ever be. It certainly was the most she’d angsted over clothing choice, she thought wryly.
Her doorbell rang just as she’d changed her purse to something small she could slip over her shoulder. Drawing a deep breath, she headed to answer the door for Alex, who’d showered and changed at home after a trip to the gym.
She answered the door, her gaze drifting over his fine form, a pair of khaki cargo shorts, and docksiders on his feet, a light blue collared short-sleeve polo shirt accenting his tanned skin and brown eyes.