Page 26 of Forever Home

Everything’s in place, including the monogrammed towels a client gave me at Christmas.

But the sound of that woman… I know that voice and deep down, that voice doesn’t belong anywhere near me or my bedroom.

Turning the corner into the bathroom, I freeze. My eyes widen at the sight of Madison standing before the mirror brushing her hair. Her eyes meet mine through the glass reflection and she smiles. The same bright smile I’d become used to seeing over the years.

“What are you staring at?” she asks, beforeturning to face me, placing her brush on the counter.

“Uh—nothing. Just watching you.”

It’s the first thing that comes to mind as I watch her. Because honestly, I have no idea why she’s here. The sight of her within my apartment, within my room, is foreign to me. Sure, when we were kids, we played at each other’s houses once in a while, but this… this is different. And the swell of confusion within me makes me question my sanity.

Madison’s quiet for a moment, her eyes still holding mine as she steps closer. The silk of her robe slips down her shoulder to reveal the bare skin underneath. Her fingers reach up, running gently over the front of my chest before pulling at the buttons of my shirt, one by one.

As if she has set my body on fire, I relish in her touch. The soft brushes of her fingers touching bare skin, and the electrifying feeling that she causes to course through my body. A desire for her that burns brighter than the sun itself.

“You know, we could always put off going to the market,” she hums softly, my heart racing with every move she makes. “Maybe… stay in bed all day?”

Goddamn this woman…

I can barely contain myself and the way Madison makes me feel. Never in my life would I have thought that Madison would intrigue me as much as she does, let alone be a woman I’d consider more with… but she never leaves my mind. The desire to claim her is more than I can handle.

Reaching up, I grasp the back of her neck before pulling her face to mine. My cock already throbbing within the confinement of my slacks as I brush my lips across her own.

“Is that what you want to do?” I whisper, letting my lips trail across her cheek towards her neck. “You want me to fuck you instead?”

The moan that escapes the soft space between her lips is like music to my ears. “Yes… please.”

Reaching down, I catch her by surprise as I lift her up and over my shoulder, carrying her towards my king-size bed, the black silk sheets an open invitation. Tossing her down upon it, I admire the breathless sight of her, and damn it’s enough for me to lose control.

With the silk robe wide open, I take in the black lace of her bra and panties that do nothing to conceal the prize behind them. The loose waves of herhair, the depth of desire that hides within the hazel of her eyes. Everything about her drives me fucking wild, and having her right here before me is more than I can ever ask for.

Though I plan to savor every second of her. Over and over again.

Just as my hands brush up against her soft thighs, a ringing startles us both. My eyes search for where the sound is coming from, but as soon as I do—everything begins to fade.

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Jolting from bed, the ringing continues. A grogginess rushes through me as I groan, realizing that everything was just a dream. Or more like a fantasy I wish I could live in forever.

Rolling over, my hand fiddles with the light on the nightstand before finally grabbing my cell phone. The screen lights up and my eyes take a moment to adjust to the brightness before I see my agent’s number across the screen.

This better be fucking good.

Swiping my thumb across the green call button, I answer it. “Hello?”

“Jaxson! Buddy… Sorry to wake you.”

“No, no…” I reply sitting up in bed, my legs swinging over the side as I rub my hand over my face. The soft images of Madison still playing through my mind and my cock, judging by the aching hardness that’s still nestled between my thighs. “Everything okay?”

“Yes! Everything is wonderful actually,” he replies quickly. “I was hoping you had a moment to talk, superstar. I heard back from the networks and we finally got a reply!”

I glance at the clock. Five-thirty in the morning.

This better be good news.“Shit… what did they say?”

My mind races with what the replies could entail. Everything I’ve wanted for my future rested upon the network shows. I’d built something for myself since beginning my career, but nothing ever compares to the moment you’re told that you’re good enough to have your own cooking show. The idea of bringing a little bit of sophistication to theaverage person’s home. Teaching them how to produce elegant easy meals, while still being able to take on the normal tasks of everyday life.

It’s like a golden light has been set on you, and everything I’ve worked so hard for has paid off.

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