Page 11 of Asphyxia
I swallowed, panting like a fucking dog as she devoured me with her mouth, making me feel sensations I’d never even dreamed of experiencing.
Was it possible to see stars when you came as a man? Because I was heading straight into the fucking stratosphere.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as pure ecstasy draggedme under.
Just as I was on the edge of blowing my load, Madison pulled away and stood to her full height, licking her lips with an amused smirk on her face.
“Oh no, baby boy. You’re not going to come just yet. I have so much more I want to do with you.” You’ve got to be fucking kid—
Gripping my shirt once again, she dragged me across the main floor and down the hall to her bedroom as if I were nothing more than a ragdoll.
Madison shoved me down on her bed before stripping off her clothes where she stood, giving me a good look at just how stunning she was without them.
“I’m going to ruin you, gorgeous.” She cooed before climbing on top of me, and her aggressiveness only made me want her even more.
Deanwasalwaysthehardest worker, but being walled up in the office for an entire week was way out of character for him. I highly doubted that Derek would ride his ass that hard for an assignment, which I was pissed to find out was agent classified, and it made me salty as fuck.
I wanted to be on a case like that for once, but instead, I was left with the lame-ass job of finding wherever the fuck Roman Atwater had run off to. I had hoped that Conrad would have moved on from the Ataraxia case with Charlotte dead and her murderous agents out of the picture, but since he fled the country, I now hadto work with agencies overseas to see if I could get some form of lock on him.
While initially, we were investigating the women who were picking off the employees of Atwater Pharmaceuticals, the confession Roman gave Atlas made him a more substantial target to the CIA.
With Roman now considered AWOL, there was an urgent concern regarding the Ataraxia drug he had been developing, which was now being classified as a chemical weapon that could potentially be used for global terrorism.
Attempting to find a man who had scrubbed his entire life from existence was fucking impossible, and I swear Conrad only gave me this job to keep me distracted from Dean’s assignment—which, I might add, still wasn’t fucking fair.
This was the first time we had been separated on cases, and I shouldn’t have cared, other than the fact that I wanted that black folder instead of this bullshit case that wasn’t going to amount to anything.
I needed something more exciting than spending hours reviewing security footage and scouring the Internet for evidence of a man who no longer existed. I wanted to feel the same rush I had while chasing down Madison, Alexis, and Chyler on our last assignment.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to do that all over again.
If I were to reveal to Dean who I was fucking around with, he would have given me so much shit, but then again, it wouldn’t be surprising. I shamelessly thought with my dick—more oftenthan not—and Madison being the murderous woman she was just added to her overall appeal.
She was like fucking around with a hornet’s nest. You knew you shouldn’t do it and that there would be dire consequences, but the temptation was intoxicating—too good to pass up.
I was always open-minded to the various dynamics of a relationship. The only fear I had when it came to sharing my woman with someone else was her love and affection for me—the potential jealousy that might stem from it.
Would someone like Madison have enough love to divide between friends—best friends at that?
I was more than willing to try if Dean was open to the idea of sharing her.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Fuck it, I’d find him a woman—my Madison.
Perhaps between the two of us, we could show her exactly how much she deserved—that we were all she needed to remain satisfied.
The real question now was, how do I approach this situation, and who do I bring this up to first?
DeanandIskippedgoing to Austin’s after work. He wasn’t in the mood, and if I’m being honest, I wasn’t feeling it either. Afterhours of nagging, I had managed to convince him to drop whatever the fuck he was researching for Derek and take the night off.
With the bar out of the equation, option two for the evening was settling for pizza and Call of Duty—a bro night in—which Dean most definitely needed, among other things.
When we initially moved to Minneapolis, Dean and I found it cost-effective to live together, and since we were close, it was a no-brainer.
Eventually, we were supposed to get our own places, but neither of us bothered to look elsewhere, so we simply continued splitting the rent here instead.
Our unit had a standard floor plan: an open kitchen and living area with a hall leading to the two bedrooms and a shared bathroom. Everything was white and grey—the typical colors for any newly built or renovated home or apartment, especially since Dean and I never bothered to decorate.
