Page 99 of Mad Rivals
I don’t want to hide.
We have to—not from our fathers, necessarily, because honestly, fuck those family ties that don’t really mean all thatmuch to either one of us—but because of our clients and our positions as the future heads of our own companies.
It’s complicated, but what relationship isn’t?
We’ll figure it out.
His eyes move back and forth between mine as he searches for the answer he’s looking for, and that’s when I crash into him, set my hand on the back of his wet hair, and pull him down for a kiss.
It’s not even nine in the morning. What a fucking day this has been.
His mouth opens to mine, and as his tongue batters into my mouth and butterflies flap around my stomach, I can’t help but give in. This feels good. It feels right. It feels like it’s exactly where we are meant to be.
This is possibly the most romantic kiss of my life. The man just chased me down in the rain to make things right, and as he seems to intensify our kiss, making it more urgent as he tightens his hold on me, a crack of thunder roars through the sky.
It doesn’t faze either one of us. I don’t know how long we kiss there on the sidewalk, but I never want to stop.
Eventually he pulls back, resting his forehead to mine. “I fucking love you so much,” he says, and the tears falling from my eyes mingle with the raindrops as I cling onto him.
“I love you, too,” I say.
“We’ll figure the rest out. Okay?”
I nod as this feeling of confidence fills me that he’s right. Wewillfigure this out.
We have to. It’s the most important thing in my life, and I’m not going to give it up…least of all for a job I wasn’t fully convinced I even wanted until a few weeks ago.
“Coffee?” he asks, and I chuckle as I nod.
We head inside, sheltered from the rain now but dripping on the carpet inside the store, and place our mobile order for our twin grande iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espressos, andthen we walk slowly in the rain back to his place, hand-in-hand as we brave the storm we currently find ourselves in.
His front door has barely clicked shut behind us when his mouth is back on mine. We’re wet, I’m wet, our mouths are wet, and I can’t keep my hands off him anymore than he can keep his hands off me.
And just for the sake of logistics, we both finished our coffee on our slow stroll back here, tossing our empty cups into the trash can at the entrance of his building.
He starts tugging at my clothes, and we’re dripping in his front hall, but neither of us cares. Or maybe he does, the cute little neat freak, but he’ll clean it later.
I tug at his clothes, too, and before long, we’re both naked in his entry as we kiss desperately, hastily, sensually. He thrusts his hips to mine, his hard cock settling between us. I part my legs and reach between us, pushing his cock down so it’s resting between my parted thighs. He’s not inside me, but his cock is close and warm, and I want nothing more than for him to slip inside me right the fuck now.
I claw at his back. “Fuck me, Madden.”
“I don’t have a condom here.”
“I don’t care.”
He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, and he pushes my back against his front door as I wrap my legs around his waist. His eyes are hot on mine as he reaches between us and slides his cock inside me. It’s not the first time he’s entered my body without a condom, but it’s the first time his cock has been in my pussy this way.
And it’s pure fucking heaven.
The way he slides into my body is a totally different sensation than with a condom. He buries his head in my neck as he starts to move, and I claw at his back as he pushes me closer and closer toward a quick climax. Even the way he’s making love to me now feels desperate, as if the last five hours have been this frantic path to push us toward this moment.
His body is pressed to mine, but then he pulls back, and my tits bounce between us. His eyes move there, and then they move down to where our bodies are connected.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as he pumps into me over and over. “I love watching my cock move into you over and over.”
“It feels so good,” I moan.
“It looks good, too,” he grunts.
