Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Mm,” I teased. “But I like hearing you say it.”
“Maddox,” he said again, softer now, voice trembling. “Please.”
That did it. I groaned and leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock. He moaned like I’d knocked the wind out of him.
“You taste so fucking good,” I said, wrapping my hand around the base and watching his hips twitch. “Every time you open that pretty mouth to sass me, I just wanna shut you up with my—”
“Maddox.”
He didn’t have to finish the sentence. I dropped my mouth over him and went slowly. Letting him feel it. Letting him fall apart in my hands.
I sucked his shaft before moving down to pull his balls into my mouth one by one. My tongue pressed a hard stripe across his taint before moving up to suck him down again.
By the time he was panting and flushed, begging me to let him come in a voice that was making my cock leak in sticky lines along his thigh, I pulled back just enough to whisper, “Turn over for me.”
He obeyed instantly, presenting himself with a breathless little gasp when I kissed between his shoulder blades.
“God, look at you,” I said, running my hands over his hips. “You’re shaking.”
“You’re fucking evil.”
“No,” I growled, slicking my fingers and moving between his muscular cheeks to his tight hole. “I’m careful. I’m going to take my time wrecking you.”
Adrian whimpered as I worked him open slowly, fingers curling down just right to make him gasp.
“Look at you. Always so polished and tidy,” I whispered, mouth at his ear. “Always put together. But not right now. Not with my fingers inside you and your cock still dripping with my saliva.”
He whimpered again, pushing back against my hand.
“Imagine if your followers could see you now, Adrian Hayes,” I gritted out, jaw clenched. “All those people leaving little comments, wishing they could see the two of us behind closed doors. Bet there are dozens of guys sliding in your DMs, too, aren’t there? They’d kill to take my place.”
Adrian shook his head wildly as I stroked him. “D-don’t care. Don’t want them. Don’t want anyone else.”
“That’s fucking right,” I said, low and fierce. “Nobody else gets to see you like this because right now, you’re mine. Dirty and beautiful and perfect… and all fucking mine.”
The noise Adrian made deep in his throat and chest was wrecked and broken.
When I finally pushed into him, slow and deep, it was my turn to groan. My eyes rolled back as I felt the tight heat of his body squeezing me.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I whispered, making sure I was fully seated before bending over him, skin to skin. “So fucking good.”
Our bodies were warm and damp from sweat as I rolled my hips and pressed in deeper. Adrian grabbed one of my hands and threaded our fingers together, squeezing tight. “Promise me, Maddie,” he gritted out.
In that moment, I would have promised him anything. Anything at all. “Promise you what, baby?” I asked before pressing a kiss against his hot cheek.
“Promise you won’t let me go.”
His words shocked me, but before I could answer him, he was coming, his body arching back and his hand in mine closing in a fist as the sound of his broken cry rang out.
The sound of his orgasm was enough to make mine slam into me and take my breath away. The hot clench of his body around mine, the combined scents of sweat, jizz, and the faded remnants of whiskey on his breath, and the feel of his tight fist still holding mine all mixed together to make my head spin.
As the two of us faded quickly into sleep, all I could think about was the breathy plea in his voice right before he came.
Promise you won’t let me go.
“Never,” I breathed into his damp hair before pressing a kiss into his skin. “Not on your fucking life.”
Because Adrian Hayes was it for me, and I finally knew exactly how to show him I meant it.
#WhiskeyKisses #BeautifulAndPerfectAndMine #VinterDenimFTW #NeverLettingGo
23
#WHYNOTBOTH
ADRIAN
I was sitting on the couch in my rental cabin, staring at my phone like it might spontaneously combust, when a knock at the door made me jump. I’d been avoiding Vic’s increasingly frantic calls for two days now, and the weight of the Solenne Collection decision was sitting on my chest like a boulder.
Through the window, I saw a man in a SERA jacket standing on the porch, snow dusting his shoulders. I recognized him—Dr. Tommy Marian, Foster’s boyfriend. The one who’d been laughing as he pelted Maya with perfectly aimed snowballs, while somehow managing to look like he’d stepped out of a medical drama.
“Adrian?” he called through the door. “It’s Tommy Marian. We met the other day.”
I opened the door, immediately hit by a blast of cold air and Tommy’s easy smile. Up close, he was even more striking—the kind of wholesome, all-American handsome that probably made patients feel better just by walking into the room.