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No longer am I graced with the happy smiles she would provide when she saw me. No longer do I get to feel her arms wrapped around my neck as her body presses against mine. Instead, I’m met with nothing but cold remorse. A feeling that I want to vanquish just to see her smile again.

As soon as we’re inside her apartment I can’t help but look around and notice the slight disorganization within. The fact that her usually clean and well organized home is now littered with dirty cups here and there, as well as to-go boxes, makes me wonder what’s going through her mind.

This isn’t Madison.

“So, what is so important that you flew back to Willowcreek to come and talk to me at seven at night?” she says, after taking a seat upon her sofa, pulling the white throw blanket over her lap. Her eyes finally meet mine, and for some reason there is a dullness to them that fills me with guilt and renders me speechless for a moment.

“I—I wanted to clear the air between us. I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks. But you won’t return my calls or anything.”

She stares at me, a brow slightly raising as she sighs. “That’s because I didn’t think there was anything to talk about. It’s clear that you had another agenda and I’m not trying to stand in between you and the woman you want to marry. I just wish you would have been honest with me.”

I’m stunned by her admission. I can’t believe that she thinks any of that is true, because it's the farthest thing from. “Madison… I’m not with Caitlin, nor have I been in a very long time. She only said that shit to piss you off.”

Laughter erupts from her as she shakes her head, “are you serious right now? Do you honestly expect me to believe that?”

The hell?

“Yes,” I gasp, shaking my head. “It’s the truth. And if you hadn't run off like you did, I would have explained everything to you in New York, but you didn’t even give me a chance.”

She hesitates for a moment, her lips parting slightly as if taking in my words unsure of what to reply with next. I never meant for it to be like this between us. To have her upset, or angry… Yet, regardless of that I did hurt her, even if unintentional. “I don’t want to fight with you Madison. I came here to grovel if that’s what it takes…”

“Grovel?” she questions softly. “Isn’t that usually done on your knees?”

The sarcasm that flows from her words cracks a smile on my face. I don’t bother to hide my amusement as I drop to my knees before her and shuffle forward slightly. If she wants me to grovel then I will. “Does this make you happy?”

She scoffs softly with laughter, her hands wiping at the corners of her eyes as she blinks back emotion that threatens to fall. “You always did look good on your knees.”

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say to you?” Leaning forward, my hand brushes against the side of her face. The soft feeling of her skin within my grasp makes my heart leap at the chance of having her once more within my arms.

The last few weeks have been agonizing and right now, I’ll do anything to have her again.

“I don’t know—” she starts to say, shaking her head.

“Shh–please… don’t say anything yet. Can I kiss you?”

Nodding slowly, she gives me the approval I seek. My lips capture hers with heated hunger as I pull her into my arms. Desperate for every inch of her.

“Jaxson…” she mutters softly against my lips. “This doesn’t change—how pissed I am at you.”

“You can be pissed at me later.”

My quick reply only cuts her off once more as my lips capture hers again, while my hands slide up underneath the thin night gown she’s wearing. The soft touch of her skin makes my cock throb within the confines of my pants, as the urge to take her overthrows me.

“I need you…” I mutter, her hands becoming as frantic as mine as we strip each other from the confines of our clothing.

The moment my aching cock sinks into her slick wet cunt, we both groan with ecstacy. Our bodies entwined together as she straddles me on my knees. One arm wrapped around her waist as the other lifts up so that my fingers wrap within the thick locks of her hair.

Over and over she slides across my cock, our thrusts matched in pace as I fuck her hard and fast, savouring every moment while punishing her at the same time. Her punishment, because she didn’t give me a chance to explain. While mine had been the silence she gave me over the past three weeks.

All of it leading up to this particular moment.

“Oh my god,” she gasps. Her eyes closed, lips parted as her cries of pleasure grow and grow.

As much as I wish this moment can last forever, my balls ache with the desire of my release, unable to continue as the two of us moan out our release. One last thrust pushing everything I have to offer deep inside her before we still.

Every single moment I’m like this with her, it reminds me just how much I want her. How much I can’t live without her, and how I’ll do just about anything to keep her.

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