for stimulation as she felt. “Touch me.”

She cried out when he did what she’d hoped he would and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her pussy clamped tight over his cock and his finger, trying to tug him deeper.

“Your pussy is always greedy for cock,” he said to her. “You know that?”

“Yes!” she agreed. “Fuck it.”

“Fuck what, baby?” He continued to thrust into her slowly, the added stimulation of his finger driving her mad.

“Inside,” she panted.

“Inside where?”

God, he was such a tease. “My pussy. Fuck it hard, Adam. I can’t stand it anymore.”

“You know I love it when you get so worked up you forget to be proper.”

“Please. I need to be fucked.” She fisted a hand in his thick jet-black hair. “Now.”

“I can’t take you hard when we’re like this,” he said, his hips moving oh so slowly as he forced his cock and his finger deeper.

“Then how? I need it. Please.”

He pulled out, and she sucked in a sob of torment. “I’ll have to turn you around to fuck you hard when we’re in such a small space.”

She didn’t resist when he forced her to face the wall. She opened her legs eagerly, delighted when he didn’t waste any time and claimed her pussy with a hard, deep thrust. His long, calloused fingers—guitarist fingers—dug into her hips as he pounded into her, rubbing that itch deep inside that was never satisfied with gentle lovemaking. She needed to feel him. Hard. Deep. Until it almost hurt, but not quite. Only Adam knew how to give her exactly what she needed. His thumbs massaged her always eager back entrance until she thought she might die if he didn’t fuck her ass next. He knew how much she liked being taken in her forbidden place. He always did right by her there as well.

He didn’t give her the extra she wanted, though. His fingers shifted to her clit, rubbing her most sensitive spot rapidly until she came with a cry of release. He then shuddered behind her as he let go, grabbing her tits to pull her upright and tight against him as he spent himself inside her with several gasping jerks. He massaged her breasts as he slowly thrust into her for several moments after he finished.

“You wanted more, didn’t you?” he asked, watching her in the mirror.

“That was perfect,” she said.

“You didn’t want me to fuck your ass?” He kissed her ear, grinning knowingly. “The only thing greedier for cock than your pussy is your tight little hole.”

He slapped her flank, and her ass tightened with need. Yes, she wanted him inside her there. Even now.

“Well,” she said, her cheeks pink. “Maybe a little. You know I love it.”

“I have set up a little something for you to enjoy at the sex club tomorrow night. But until then, no anal.”

She didn’t know whether to be excited about the upcoming experience at the club or disappointed that she had to wait for butt sex.

“None?” she asked. “Not even a finger? A plug? Nothing?”

He laughed, obviously finding her desperation amusing. “Not until tomorrow night.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that it’s not nice to tease?” she asked, reaching between her legs to rake her fingernails over his balls and then caress him where his body was still joined with hers.

He tensed and released a huff of breath against her neck.

“I don’t think you’ll feel that way after tomorrow night,” he said, churning his hips to burrow deeper. He was slowly growing soft inside her, but seemed content to stay buried within. “You’re in for a surprise.”

“Another one?” she asked.

The devious grin she caught in the mirror made her belly quiver.

“The best one.”

God, she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.

When Madison and Adam exited the dressing room moments later, the clerk produced a slow clap, shaking her head at them as if she’d caught a pair of naughty children playing doctor in her closet. Madison buried her face in Adam’s upper arm, her cheeks so hot that his leather felt icy against them.

“You do turn good girls bad, Adam Taylor,” the woman commented with a throaty chuckle. “I should have never doubted your skill.”

Adam wrapped an arm around Madison’s lower back. “She’s just a little bad, Phaedra,” he said. “She’s been working hard at turning me good.”

Phaedra laughed hysterically. “She definitely has her work cut out for her there,” she said. “Personally, I don’t think she stands a chance. You’re better off finding someone who likes you for who you are, not the person she thinks you should be.”

Madison stiffened and lifted her head to stare the woman down. “I love him for who he is on the inside. That tender part of him that he doesn’t let most people see.”

Phaedra shook her head at her. “He really has you fooled, doesn’t he?” Her brown-eyed gaze shifted to Adam. “Let me know when you get bored with her Pollyanna bullshit, baby. You know it will never be enough for you.”

Adam kissed Madison’s temple and whispered close to her ear, “Go wait for me outside.”

“What?” Narrowing her eyes, she looked up at him. Her hurt for being insulted by Phaedra was rapidly replaced by utter confusion. And a touch of suspicion. “Why?”

“I need to speak to Phaedra in private.” He didn’t look at Madison. His cold gaze was fixed on the woman who was suddenly clutching to her chest the cream-colored jacket that matched Madison’s leather pants.

“But—”

“Go.”

“Adam?”

His gaze softened when he looked at her. He lifted a hand to touch her cheek and stroked her skin lightly with his fingertips. “It’s okay, baby. Just do what I ask, please.”

She still didn’t want to leave him alone with this woman who seemed to know him and was obviously interested in him as something more than a regular customer, but she did as Adam asked and went outside. She did not, however, take her eyes off him as she stood outside the store, staring in through the windows. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he was obviously very angry as he yelled at Phaedra, gesticulating aggressively—one arm swinging out toward the door Madison had just exited, the other curled inward as he patted his chest and then pointed at Phaedra, who winced as if he’d slapped her.

Madison strained her ears, but couldn’t hear over the traffic sounds behind her. So she tried to read his lips. It appeared that Adam’s every other word was fuck, but she couldn’t be sure. Why had he sent her outside to wait? She would have liked to hear him cuss out Phaedra. Madison reached for the door handle and pulled it open, catching the tail end of Adam’s tirade.

“—better if no one besides her gives me a fucking chance!”

A ringer behind the counter bonged to announce someone had entered the store, and Adam turned his head to look at Madison.

“I told you to wait outside,” he said, his tone still harsh from anger.

“I’m not waiting outside,” she said and stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest. “You should trust me enough to hear what you have to say.”

“She’s right,” Phaedra said. “Has she ever even seen this side of you?”

Madison had seen it plenty in the early days of his treatment, but he’d let go of his anger once he’d opened up to her and trusted her with his real feelings. Or maybe all this time he’d been burying his anger for her benefit.

“This isn’t me anymore,” Adam said to Phaedra.

“It looks like you and it sounds like you and it acts like you, so who exactly is it supposed to be, Adam?” Phaedra asked.

“Fuck off, Phaedra,” Adam said. He shoved past Madison on his way out of the store.

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