Page 41 of Nova

“Sex really does sell,” I muse as I try to get back in the limo after our impromptu shopping spree.

Maddox insisted that I need a new wardrobe since the weather in New Orleans is much warmer this time of year compared to Toronto.

“Dove, I know you don’t mean to be condescending with those comments, but I’m still going to spank you for it.” I roll my eyes to which he grins.

“The tally is going up.” Uh fuck.

“Here’s how we’re going to do this. All the bags go in, and then you and I follow with you on my lap.” The driver stuffs the bags and new luggage inside, and true to his word, Maddox sits and pats his lap for me to take a seat on.

“This must be against some traffic law,” I’m grumbling at the position I’m in, but really, it’s just to hide my arousal at the thought.

“Now you worry about breaking laws when I’ve been riding in limos on my knees with my tongue buried in your cunt?” I glance around and hiss at him.

“Lower your voice!” I struggle to get on his lap without flashing the entire strip.

“Dove, it’s the City of Sin. Trust me, no one cares.” His chuckle is drowned out by the sound of his cell phone ringing while our driver closes the door.

“Shit, this can’t be good,” Maddox answers the phone after a moment of hesitation.

“Hey Abel,” the limo hits a bump and jostles me to yelp.

“No, of course, I’m not lost.” Maddox pulls me up on his lap and spreads his hand on my lower belly to hold me in place.

“Absolutely not,” I glance over my shoulder at his tone.

“You really are an intrusive bastard!” He hangs up and curses a few times before giving the driver a new address.

“We need to make a stop before the honeymoon can start.” He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“To see Abel? The guy you told me to call when you saw the cops?” He looks up and nods.

“He’s my uncle and the Vice President of our Mother Chapter.” I frown at the whole phone call now.

Why wouldn’t he want to see family? Then I remember how mine are and understand entirely.

“Say the word, and I’ll get sick so we can leave.” Maddox cups my face and kisses me softly.

“It’ll be fine. Just a quick hello out of respect, and then we’re gone.” I nod and lean into his chest.

“Can you wait that long, or do you need me to take the edge off?” His hand creeps to the apex of my thighs, where he slowly uses his fingers to drag my dress up my thighs.

The privacy screen goes up as he spreads my thighs wide, and my head rocks back and forth on his shoulder. My body is telling him exactly how needy I feel.

“We only have five minutes. It’s a short ride.” He lifts my right hand and sucks two fingers into his mouth.

“We’re going to work together,” his voice in my ear is husky and low, sending shivers down my spine.

My back arches as my now wet digits pop out of his mouth, and he moves them down to my clit.

“You rub, I pump.” He pushes my fingers in a small, tight circle until he’s certain I won’t stop and then moves his own to my slick entrance.

“Ninety seconds,” he says before biting my neck and plunging two fingers into me.

He pumps and circles them, hitting my G-spot with scary accuracy. My legs start to tremble and, on instinct, begin to close.

“NO,” he growls, shoving them farther open.

“Maddox, please!” I beg him, but for what, I have no idea.

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