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The lock finally gave way, and we practically fell through the door, hands already reaching for each other before it had even closed behind us.
“Bedroom,” Maddox said, but his voice lacked conviction as I pressed him against the nearest wall and kissed a line down his throat. “We should… God, Adrian…”
“Bedroom sounds good,” I agreed but made no move to stop what I was doing. “Eventually.”
His laugh was breathless and rough. “We’re not getting naked in the living room where my sister could see us.”
“She’s out tonight,” I reminded him, and kissed him until neither of us could remember what room we were in to begin with.
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MADDOX
Adrian was red-faced and happy.His eyes were whiskey-bright and a little glassy as he glanced over his shoulder at me on his way to my bedroom. “First one to get naked wins.”
The curve of his ass in those ridiculous Nordique pants derailed every coherent thought in my brain. I’d meant to let him get a head start, maybe even leave him guessing for a beat.
But when he glanced back at me with those flushed cheeks and dark-lashed eyes, I was done for.
“You’re killing me in those fucking jeans,” I growled, stalking him toward the bedroom. “Wiggling that little influencer ass like you don’t know what it does to me.”
“That right?” Adrian asked, breathless and grinning. “You like the Vinter Denim? I’ll let corporate know.”
“You do that.” I slid my finger through a belt loop and yanked him close. “Did you know you lean into me every time we film? And your pupils blow wide when I touch your wrist?”
His lips parted, but no words came.
I dipped my head to his neck and kissed a slow line just beneath his ear. “I feel your eyes on me every time we’re together.”
Adrian whimpered and grabbed at my shirt. “Fine. Maybe I’m a little obsessed.”
“You don’t know obsessed,” I murmured, kissing him harder this time.
“Tell me,” he breathed as I moved my mouth down to suck on his Adam’s apple, the late-day stubble prickling my tongue.
I pushed him down onto the bed, crawling over him slowly. Not rough. Not hurried. Just deliberate. I wanted to savor this. Wanted to see him get twitchy with need.
“Driving me fucking nuts,” I grumbled.
He arched up to kiss me again, but I shook my head with a wicked smile.
“Nuh-uh,” I said, slipping my hand beneath his shirt and brushing my fingers over his stomach. “You’ve been turning me on all fucking night. I’m not letting either one of us come that fast, Hayes.”
He made a strangled noise and collapsed back against the mattress. His cock pressed hard against the inside of my thigh. “Maddox…”
“You want it bad, don’t you?” I whispered, dragging my mouth down his neck, licking that perfect spot just above his collarbone. “Bet I could make you come just from touching you, teasing you.”
“Try me,” he dared.
I chuckled, biting gently at the edge of his jaw. “Careful. I love a challenge.”
I took my time stripping him down. Every button undone with slow fingers. Every inch of skin exposed kissed, tasted, teased. When he was finally naked and squirming under me, I knelt between his legs and just looked at him.
“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, palming his thighs. “How are you this fucking pretty?”
