Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Not now. Not yet.
“Text me when you get home. I’ll be staying at my aunt’s tonight, if you need me,” he said directly against the crown of her head, instead, his tone like sandpaper. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she said quickly, and thank god she needed another three seconds to pull away, her struggle giving Madden hope as he watched her drive out of the parking lot.
Chapter Ten
Eve knew she was dreaming. She was locked in one of those half-asleep, half-awake type of deals—and desperately holding on to the overnight world her imagination had built. Because in her imagination, there was no reason to say no to sex with Madden. There was no reason to say no to anything. And her body had been highly, highly keyed up since last night when Madden watched her dance topless, followed by several prolonged touches. Nearness to his hard, sculpted mouth.
When he’d yanked up her skirt in the parking lot, this dream that was more of a fantasy, if she was honest with herself, had been inevitable.
Eve’s legs squirmed in the sheets of her bed now, because in her feverish imagination, Madden didn’t stop at flashing the parking lot her panties, he pulled them all the way down to her ankles, smoothing his huge catcher’s hand over her bare butt cheek, squeezing and lifting it roughly. With his hot mouth riding up and down the column of her neck, he turned her, throwing her up against the side of the car, his hands everywhere, stroking over her breasts, molding her hips, pinning them to the car roughly with his lap when she wiggled to tease him, growling praise into her ear.
Who’s my good girl?
In the predawn light of her bedroom, Eve moaned into her closed mouth, her fingers busy in her panties, her middle and ring fingers rubbing circles against her clit, an abundance of moisture making her slippery. More slippery than she could ever remember being, because oh god, she could still feel his hands on her body from last night. Could still see the lust in his eyes before she covered up her bare breasts.
How long had he watched her dance?
What if he hadn’t spoken up and she’d ended up in nothing but panties?
Eve’s neck arched, her mouth opening in a silent O, heels digging into the mattress as she sank two fingers inside herself, slipping them back out slowly and stroking that swelling part of herself while tension increased in her belly.
“Come on, come on, come on,” she whispered.
Back to the parking lot. Madden had her flattened to the side of the vehicle, a hand moving against her backside, the other one unzipping his pants. That’s when a car pulled into the parking lot, a black Mercedes with tinted windows. Idling. No one got out, it just remained there with headlights on, pointing directly at Eve and Madden.
“Show everyone who you spread your legs for,” he said into her neck, his accent thicker in his need. Then he covered her mouth with his left hand and rammed himself deep, right there in the twin spotlights, grunting his approval at the feel of her. “So tight.”
Eve rolled over to orgasm, whimpering as quietly as possible into the pillow, humping the heel of her hand once and grinding into it, the relief like a downpour from above, her muscles constricting and relaxing, before going through the cycle all over again, her toes stretched and straining. Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
As soon as the waves of bliss abated, she rolled over once again and stared up at the ceiling, the sheets clinging to her clammy skin, trying to catch her breath. As always, when the faceless audience made an appearance in her dreams, she felt conflicted. On one hand, she didn’t believe women should ever feel shame for their sexual fantasies. Without her own sexual experience to draw from, all she had were fantasies. They were safe. Especially when they were contained inside one’s own head. But much like that recent evening when she’d prepared to perform burlesque for the first time, the motive was what gave her pause.
She’d told Skylar and Madden and even herself that she was performing onstage to bring in more of an audience. Locals who would pay to see her fulfill the destiny of taking off her clothes onstage, the way they’d always predicted. And while that had something to do with her decision to perform, that wasn’t the full reason.
Something inside her liked being . . . coveted. Objectified.
Problem was, she didn’t know how much of her childhood at the strip club played into this. Was her fascination healthy? Was it okay to explore or would it lead to Eve confronting her early introduction to sex?
Eve’s weekday morning alarm went off and she sighed, reaching over to tap the dismiss button. If the kids weren’t sick, she’d be getting them up for school right now. Today, they needed lots of rest and fluids, plus the antibiotics. When they woke up today, there was a good chance they’d already be feeling better, thank goodness.