Page 74 of Madd Love

“You don’t know how good it is to hear you say that.” There’s a raw vulnerability in his tone while he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Almost as though he figured I might never find my way home to him and that I have is a miracle. “That you love the boots. I hoped you would.”

“I do. I would probably marry these boots if that was a legal thing to do.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you’ll have to settle for me.” He kisses me soft and slow and I kiss him back with everything I have. We get lost in the press of our lips while we cling to each other. Get swallowed up by emotion.

Until my phone starts to vibrate. And when that stops Rogue’s phone starts to ring.

“Want to bet that’s Adira?” He’s breathing hard when he pulls back. We both are.

“I know it is. He said he was coming home today.” I’m smiling as hard as he is. He makes me giddy. “Answer it.”

He accepts the call and then hits the volume button before holding his phone up between us. “Adira?”

“Hello, gorgeous man. What have you done with my bestie? She’s not answering her phone.”

“I’m right here.” I beam at Rogue as he rolls his gaze to the ceiling.

“Oh speaker phone.” Adira sounds outraged. “Next time, warn a girl before she says something that might get her into trouble.”

“Of course,” Rogue says. “What can we do for you, Adira?”

“Ahem.” I frown at Rogue, but it doesn’t stick. “What could you possibly say that I shouldn’t overhear?”

“Oh you know us boys,” Adira says like my husband and my best friend have their own boys club. “Sometimes we like to whip them out and compare just for shiggles.”

Rogue chuckles.

This time it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

“Come to the Mojito Bar, babes,” Adira says. “I’m home and I am dying to see you both. But I have to go to the bar because business does not take a vacation. Not even for a queen.”

I squeal and bounce on Rogue’s lap. I’ve missed my bestie. “I can’t wait to see you.”

Rogue groans as his cock hardens between my thighs. I rotate my hips for that extra sweet friction.

His gaze flares. “Hanging up now.”

“Be at the bar in an hour,” Adira orders as Rogue mashes theend callicon with his thumb and tosses his phone somewhere over his shoulder.

“You’re incorrigible.” His hand slips between us and inside my panties. Two fingers press at my entrance and I sink down on them greedily. His thumb swirls over my clit.

“You have magic fingers.” I whimper as he strokes my most sensitive places with the right amount of pressure to work an orgasm out of me in mere minutes. I come riding his hand like the shameless woman I am when it comes to him. He owns me, body and soul.

“I love watching you come,” he says as I collapse against his chest. He steals his hand back. “If we didn’t have to get ready I’d keep you in bed and force orgasm after orgasm from your needy pussy.”

“Threats,” I tease, as I lean in to kiss him. But I have no doubt that he could do as he says. Possibly even has at some point.

He grips my hip and drags me along the steel length in his pants. “Promises.”

“We better get ready.” Before I start to pant, I slide off his lap.

“I need to take a quick shower.” He strides toward the bathroom. When I move to follow him he shakes his head and chuckles. “Alone. If you want to see Adira, that is.”

“Fine.” I huff and enter my closet instead. “I need to pick out an outfit to go with these boots anyway.”

I decide on a super simple black mini dress with long sleeves. Then I pair the outfit with green contacts, smokey cat eyes, and nude lips. And because we’re going to Mojito Bar I finish it off with a blue ombré wig. It will also come in handy as a disguise if we run into the press. Or maybe not now that everyone knows I’m Rogue Maddox’s wife. Armor might be a better word for the way I use makeup and costumes.

Rogue is staring at his phone with a fierceness that makes my heart skip a beat when I join him. I press at the uncomfortable sensation in my chest and hope it goes away. “Is everything okay?”

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