Maddox returns to filling the freezer, seemingly done with our conversation. I turn around and finish washing the dishes we created. We work in silence until he says, “Reading is my thing, too.”
I still, and don’t respond straight away. God, but I want to. My heart beats a little faster, because he just opened up to me and shared something significant. Well, in my eyes it’s significant.
Finally, I glance at him and smile. “It’s a good thing to love.”
Winter enters the kitchen as Maddox and I share a moment over reading. His eyes come to mine. “I’m not sure what time I’ll be finished here.”
Maddox closes the freezer and says, “You need me for anything else, Birdie?”
“No. Thank you for all your help. I really appreciate it.”
He nods. “Sure thing.” With a quick glance at Winter, he exits the kitchen.
“He’s been helping you?” Winter says.
“Yeah. He put the shelves up for me and then helped me cook. He’s not a bad kid.” As Winter eyes the shelves, I say, “I’m gonna go home and take a long bath. You can whisper dirty things to me another night if you don’t get home before I fall asleep.”
He brings his gaze back to me, running his eyes over my body. “You have no idea how much I wish I was going home with you now.”
I stand on my toes so I can kiss him. “I think I do, and it’s all good. I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.”
Watching him leave, I decide to force myself to stay awake until he gets home. I’m beginning to feel starved of him, and I can see in his eyes that he feels the same way.
32
Winter
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I eye Birdie entering the clubhouse as I hang up from a call with Scott Cole. He reported that they still haven’t heard a peep from Zenith in Brisbane yet, and still haven’t located them. Frustration seems to be my constant friend these days. We’re getting fucking nowhere with anything we’re doing.
When Birdie reaches me, I pull her close and kiss her. “You get dressed up for me again, angel?”
She keeps her body pressed to mine and her hands to my chest as she smiles. Fuck, I love it when she smiles. “You can pretend I did.”
I glance down at her short dress and heels. “Yeah, I’m gonna pretend those heels are for my benefit.”
Gripping my shirt, she says, “You left early this morning. I was going to wake you up exactly how you like being woken up since I fell asleep before you came home last night.”
“Fuck, baby, we need to move this to my office.”
Her eyes light up. “You’ve got time?”
“Yeah.” I take her hand and lead her down the hallway. I’ve reached the point where even if I didn’t have time, I’d fucking make it so I did. After trying like fuck to get home at a decent hour last night, I didn’t make it out of here until 2:00 a.m. Birdie was fast asleep by the time I arrived home.
Kicking the door closed behind us, my arm goes around her waist and I pull her to rest her ass against my desk. Spreading her legs with my feet, I place my hands to the hem of her dress and slowly slide it up while keeping my eyes firmly on hers.
“Tell me how you want this,” I say.
“How I want this, and what I’ve got time for, are two different things.”
“You’ve gotta leave soon?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Fuck,” I say as I lean in and brush my lips over hers. “I’m beginning to think you’ve forgotten what my dick looks like.”
“Baby, your dick is the biggest thing in my memory. I will never forget what it looks like.”
“Good. Keep it that way.”
She brings her hand to my neck. “I want it hard and rough, and I don’t even need any foreplay.”
My hand glides up her thigh to her panties. “Angel, we’ve had fucking weeks of foreplay.” I hook my fingers in her panties and find her pussy. She’s wet for me, so fucking wet that I struggle to restrain myself from ripping her clothes off.
Gripping my neck, she arches her back as I push two fingers inside her. “Oh my God, yes.”
My mouth finds hers and I kiss her roughly, like I know she loves it.
The kiss sets her off, and she tears at my shirt, and then my belt, before finally undoing my jeans and taking hold of my throbbing cock.