Page 18 of Fake Love

I don’t have to tell him where to go. My apartment is so small that you can see the bedroom door from the entryway.

With just a few steps, I hear the creak of my bedroom door opening before feeling the softness of my comforter.

Once we are on my bed, we don’t separate. My legs stay around his waist, his hands stay in my hair, against my hip, and our mouths stay fused together as if they have always been one.

“I didn’t come up here to sleep with you,” Maddox mumbles as his mouth moves off mine and down my neck.

“I know,” I say through a pant.

We’re just kissing but feeling his weight on me and having his lips on my skin is working me up to the point that I feel like I’m going to combust.

“Maddox,” his name is like a moan as I try to pry his face off me.

Instantly, he separates our connection and looks down at me with a tinge of worry.

He thinks something is wrong.

Giving him a seductive smile, I put his worries at ease.

“Please take off my clothes. I need to feel you everywhere.”

The smirk I saw back at the coffee shop is back and this time I do what I wanted to do when I first saw it. Kiss it off.

My tongue is just about to swipe along his bottom lip when he pulls away, his smirk now a full-on grin.

“I think you asked for me to undress you,” he says, throwing a wink at me.

In one swift move, Maddox is off me, going straight to unbutton my jeans and pulling them off.

Not even a minute passes by when I’m completely naked with a man that I met not even two hours ago staring down at me like I was a slice of chocolate cake.

“So damn gorgeous.” Maddox voices, all the while stroking himself through his jeans.

I can see the outline of his shaft through the material.

At the sight, my mouth waters and my legs open involuntarily so he can see what seeing him stroke himself does to me.

What’s not involuntary is me leaning up onto my elbows and reaching for Maddox, replacing his hand with mine.

He lets out a groan as I given him a few heavy-handed strokes and I’m about to lean forward and undress him like he undressed me, when he stops me.

“Not yet,” he says, that smirk of his coming back to play.

“What do you mean, not yet? I’m horny as fuck and I need you to fuck me, like right now.”

“You’ll get what you need. I just need to get something first,” he pulls off his shirt as he says the words.

For a few seconds I’m distracted by his glorious upper half that I forget how to speak.

This man is a legit god. I haven’t seen a body this good since my college days during my athlete phase, and still Maddox is on a different level then those guys.

“And what exactly do you need? Because my needs seem like top priority at the moment.” I say, able to find my voice again.

My hand continues to stroke him through his jeans and with every passing stroke I feel him getting bigger and harder.

I’ll be feeling him for days, that’s for sure.

“To give you something to remember me by.” Maddox says, seductively, before falling to his knees in front of me causing my hand to fall.

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