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Waiting.

Fucking hell.

“Take my cock out, Madeline.” Once she did as I said, I gave her free reign. “It’s yours.”

I thought she might lick it. Or tentatively take it in her mouth before pulling away to scan around us. And that would’ve been fine with me. All I wanted was to tease her with what she could’ve had if she’d listened.

But she didn’t seem the least bit concerned that we were in public. She opened wide to take as much of me as she could.

She sucked me until she gagged before going back for more like my dick was more important to her than air.

Fucking hell fuck.

All plans to stop flew out the window at how good she felt. Even if I wanted to, there was no way I could. I didn’t have that kind of willpower. Instead of gripping her hair to shift her away, I used it to force her to go faster. She moaned around me and took every inch I gave as I fucked her mouth.

I split my focus between staring down at her eagerly swallowing me and scanning around us to ensure no one got a look at what was mine. After another inspection, I dropped my gaze to see her lids were open. Pretty blue eyes were rimmed with tears as she spread her lips to take me deeper.

I tried to tug her hair, but that just made her moan again. My words came out a gritted pant. “Baby, I’m close.”

She dug her fingers into my thighs and sucked.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

That was the last thought I was capable of before any semblance of control left my body. I moved her head at a relentless pace until my cum shot down her throat.

When I was capable of sight and speech and all the other senses again, I gathered her on my lap. I cupped her cheeks, and my thumbs swiped the tears that still slowly dripped. “Next time?—”

“I know, I know. I’ll wear the dress.”

“No. Next time, I’m coming all over this pretty face.”

She swayed into me like that was the most romantic thing she’d ever heard.

Chapter 31

Billable Hours

EASTON

Iwasn’t going to makeit until we got home.

I wasn’t even sure if I was going to make it out of the building. My dick ached, and the way Maddie continued to wiggle on my lap didn’t help.

She knew what she was doing, too.

Unlike when we’d visited Gilded two weeks prior, she wasn’t sitting on the cushion at my feet. We’d started the night with her there, but I was a pathetic fuck who needed her closer.

Especially when I was being forced to share her. Not physically. I would have to represent myself on murder charges if someone touched what was mine. Seeing her share her smiles and laughter with Cohen and Atlas was pushing it for me. She’d bonded with the former over a love of raunchy comedies from the seventies, but she was happy, so I dealt with it.

I just did so by discreetly touching her as often as possible so she remembered who she belonged to.

I gave the gold cuffs around her wrists a little tug in warning, but Maddie didn’t heed it. She rolled her hips as she repositioned herself again.

Atlas must’ve noticed because he nudged his brother. “We should leave them to enjoy their night.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Cohen shook his head and shared a conspiratorial look with Maddie. “He never lets me torture people. Even if it’s just by forcing them into unending conversation while their man is touching them.”

Maddie’s eyes widened when she realized that he was not only aware of what was happening beneath the table, but that he was actively working to extend her torture.

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