Bryce

It’s been two days since Madison spent the night and we shared her secrets. Yesterday, we had lunch together, and when she was in the back of my limo, I showed her how she makes me feel when we’re together. My fingers made her come. The experience was unlike anything I’d had with a woman. For the first time, it wasn’t about me. All my attention and desire were for Madison and making her fall apart.

I’m in unknown territory.

This is new to me.

With Madison, I don’t care about how I feel, but rather how to make her feel. Her past haunts her, and I want to strip it away. Push Kent out of her mind. My goals with Madison are to make her fall in love with me, and for me to fall in love with her. She makes it seem easy. With her, my old self disappears because I want to be better for her.

Entering my penthouse, I check the time. Madison’s coming over tonight and will be here in thirty minutes. I can’t stop thinking about being inside her sweet cunt. Making her scream and moan my name again.

I strip out of my suit and take a quick shower. Entering my bedroom with a towel around my waist, I dress in jeans and a shirt. Simple and casual. Inside, I’m feeling like a teenager. I’m looking forward to tonight with Madison. My phone rings minutes before Madison expected arrival. I look and answer the call.

“Vincent, what is it?”

“The deal is back on the table. They’re considering our offer.”

“And?”

“With more requirements.”

“Which are?” I’m growing impatient.

Vincent tells me what’s on the table, and I walk to the bar and pour myself a glass of bourbon. He continues to apprise me of the deal and what the board members are thinking. I shoot back the drink and set the tumbler on the bar.

“Okay. Handle it, Vincent,” I bark the demand. “Handle it and update me tomorrow. We are not to accept their stipulations. It won’t work. I’m buying that company at the price I started with, and they either take it or leave it. It won’t matter to me because, soon enough, it’ll crumble. At least with my takeover, I’ll save jobs and expand. Make sure they understand that.” The door to my penthouse opens, and I quickly end the call.

“Madison Smith, Sir.”

I turn around and there she is—beautiful and flushed. Is she nervous to be here with me again? Most likely. Her outfit is elegant. The navy blue dress she has on falls slightly above her knee, showing off her long and toned legs. The heels she has on accentuates her calves. Damn. She’s a sight.

“Baby.” I smile and walk to her, taking her hand and pulling her to me. “You look beautiful.”

She blushes. “Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.” My smile grows, and I look down to see the overnight bag in Peter’s hands. I take it from his hand and set it down, eyeing her curiously. “I figured you wanted me to spend the night. Since I’ll most likely be doing that, it makes sense to have some clothes here.”

“I like the way you think, baby. Come in. Dinner will be ready shortly.” I look to Peter, “We're all set for the evening. I'll see you in the morning.”

Peter nods and leaves the penthouse. We’re alone, and the energy between us sparks. She’s devouring me with her eyes, and it ignites my need for her.

“If you continue looking at me like that, we’ll miss dinner, and I am starving.”

“Oh,” she whispers. She can’t take the anticipation of this evening any more than I can. She’s nervous. And unsure. I love that about her. She’s buried the confidence I know she has under the worry and hurt. I’m going to tear apart those worries and replace it with the confidence waiting to shine.

I can’t help but smile.

I’ve never smiled this much, and it’s because of her.

Then she’s in my arms, and I’m breathing her in. Our lips meet, and I quickly pick her up and push her against the wall. Her long legs tighten around my waist, and I press my erection against her belly. Little moans fill the room. She tastes too damn good. Her tongue dances with mine, and it’s erotic. I normally don’t enjoy kissing like this, yet with Madison, I crave it.

Her hands are gripping my shoulders, and she’s grinding against me. She’s as desperate for this connection as I am. My determination to meet every need of hers intensifies.

I need to undress her. I need to worship her body and feel her heart beating with mine. My hands find their way under her dress and into her panties. She’s wet. Drenched and ready. I play with her clit, rubbing in circular motions, and slide two fingers into her cunt.

“Bryce,” she murmurs and digs her nails into my shoulders.

Once she comes on my hand, I slow down and pull out, putting her down and softly kissing her lips. “Jesus, Madison. I didn’t want to stop. I want you so badly, but first, I need to feed you, and then we can talk more.”

“I’m not hungry. I want you, Bryce. Now.”

The sight before me makes me harder than I’ve ever been. Madison turns around and teasingly pulls the zipper from her dress down. The dress pools on the floor, and she steps out of it. I’m staring at her lace-covered ass, and my gaze travels up to her lace bra. Involuntarily, I groan. Looks like I’ve unleashed a needy woman.