“Yes, sir,” Joss said, nudging Emilia forward down the hallway. But, of course, she had to look, and when she glanced over her shoulder, she found Maddox’s eyes not on their heads but on her ass. Soon, those eyes met hers and warmth filled her belly.
There was a whole lot of promise in them.
“Ooh, he looked pissed.” Emilia laughed, dragging Joss’s attention to her. “Good thing you can kiss up later.”
Joss ignored that, refusing to ever talk about her and Maddox openly at the station. “Your period?” She snickered, nudging her shoulder into Emilia’s. “That’s what you came up with?”
“Nothin’ shuts up men faster than period talk.” Emilia grinned.
Joss laughed, though also wondered if Maddox would be the type of guy to buy tampons, or if he’d bail before she even got her period. Luckily, she realized, it didn’t matter. Those were things guys in relationships did. She could buy her own damn tampons.
Emilia entered the locker room first, and Joss followed closely behind. There wasn’t much to this space except two rows of lockers with benches, and some showers and toilets off in the corner of the room.
Joss approached her locker, hearing voices coming from the showers. She placed her bag down and opened the locker, immediately shutting it with a gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Emilia asked, wide-eyed.
“Oh. My. God,” Joss breathed.
“What, Joss?” Emilia bounced on her feet, attempting to open the locker. “What is it?”
Slowly, Joss cracked her locker open and remained assured that what she’d seen the first time was, in fact, there. She took another look around the locker room, ensuring in her state of shock that no one else had walked in.
Which they hadn’t.
She carefully opened her locker, finding panties. Not just any panties, but her panties from the night at the barbeque, along with a note and a small black box with a pink ribbon on it. She couldn’t believe that Maddox had risked coming into the women’s changing room to put this in her locker. While she knew he probably had the staff’s schedule on his mind and would know when the room was empty, it was still risky. Though she quickly realized that’s what was so exciting and thrilling about Maddox. He took risks for the erotic experience. And hell, she appreciated that about him.
Ignoring the box for now, she opened the note clearly written in Maddox’s handwriting.
8 p.m. My house. I’ll be waiting inside.
Wear this for me.
~M
She glanced around once more as she placed her panties and the note into her bag, then she reached for the box. With quick fingers, she removed the ribbon, so afraid someone was going to walk in on them.
One look inside told her he’d bought her dark purple and black lingerie.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Emilia mused, as Joss placed the box inside her bag and zipped it up. “He’s not only gorgeous, and kinky as fuck, but he buys you sexy lingerie.” Emilia sighed and rested a hand on Joss’s shoulder. “Girl, my vagina is officially jealous of yours.”
* * *
That night, right at 8:00 p.m. sharp, a knock sounded on Maddox’s door. He exited the living room of his childhood home, sure his father had never imagined the sex that would unfold in this house tonight. Built in the 1920s, the house had an old-world charm with its covered porch and heavy columns in the corners. Inside, stacked moldings surrounded the doors and the windows, and on the floors were narrow, plank oak hardwood. Back when Maddox had sold his bachelor pad and moved his furniture in, he’d applied a fresh coat of earth-toned paint to the walls, keeping things light and simple. The only thing remaining of his father’s touches were his dad’s paintings and personal photographs on the walls. Those Maddox couldn’t take down.
As he leaned against the living room’s doorframe, the dark wood front door opened, and Joss appeared, wearing a short black dress and tall heels. The moment her eyes connected with his, they warmed with her smile. “Hi,” she said.
“Hello.” He grinned and winked.
That same craving for her filled his gut as her cheeks flushed while she took him in. Passion couldn’t be taught, and Joss was off-the-charts passionate about him. He rather liked that about her. The way she melted for him and hungered for him was a combination he’d never seen in a woman before, which is what drew him in for more. Even now, he watched how her eyes grew heated as she glanced at his bare chest then down to the bulge in his blue jeans.
By the time her heated gaze rose back to his, his cock had hardened to steel. Tonight, he intended to satisfy them both. “Are you ready for the games to begin?” he asked her.