Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
He’s a red flag for sure. I just don’t know how red that flag truly is.
Maddox’s flag . . . I think it’s green, maybe just stitched together with a crimson thread. He toes the line, and I think I like that. The fact that he was so down to screw a stranger in a back alley, now that leaves me questioning his morals. Though I suppose the same could be said about me.
Slipping out from under his arm, I get to my feet and pad down the hallway to the bathroom. I splash water over my face and run my fingers through my unruly hair before stealing a toothbrush and making myself feel human. Then as I open the bathroom door, I find the most handsome boy waiting for me.
“Good morning my sweet Smoochy Bum,” I coo, bending down only to get assaulted by the dog’s rank morning breath as he kisses the crap out of my face. I laugh as I try to pull away, but this big boy is just as determined as his daddy, and I’m not let off the hook until I’ve scratched him all over.
I have to wash my face a second time before padding out to the living room and finding my phone and camera. After checking my notifications, I get a look at the time.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself. It’s almost eleven. I’m supposed to be at Black Velvet by twelve to start inventory and next week’s rosters, but it looks like I’m about to be a little late. Whoops! I guess that’s what you get for indulging in a night of wild, soul-shattering sex with a man who could make me come just by looking at me.
I book myself an Uber before trailing back down the hallway and stopping to collect my discarded clothes on the way. Making my way back into Maddox’s room, I find him exactly where I left him, and despite the noise I’ve made trudging through his home and loving on his dog, he’s still out cold.
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I take my camera, holding it up in front of my face and looking at him through the lens. He’s so peaceful. So gorgeous. He’s everything. I can imagine him as the perfect picture of innocence like this. You know, assuming I put the cheeky flirting and wild sexcapades aside, because no man who encompasses everything that is innocence has wicked skills like that. No man who fucks the way Maddox Blake does could ever be aligned with anything innocent. That right there is raw, powerful, untamed and dangerous masculinity. He’s the reason women everywhere are ignoring reg flags.
God. Maybe I am falling for this man. Is that ridiculous? I’ve known him for barely a second.
I snap a few photos before striding right to the edge of his bed and crawling right over him until I’m straddled over his hips, but with the morning light dancing across his warm skin, I can’t find it in me to put the camera down.
I snap every angle of him as he begins to wake, his hands grasping my thighs. “Mmm, Savage. Why are you wearing pants?”
“I have to go,” I tell him. “I need to be at Black Velvet in an hour.”
“The fuck you do. I need to be buried inside you in an hour, and every hour after that.”
I laugh and snap a few more pictures before leaning down and kissing him. “I had fun,” I murmur against his lips. “That was exactly what I needed.”
“I’m exactly what you need.”
I roll my eyes and sit up again, and as a dorky grin cuts across his lips, my heart races. “You might be right about that.” I snap another picture. This man is so fine. I can’t wait to get home after my shift tonight and develop these images in my dark room. Photography is my peace. It’s where I find comfort, and if I’d never bought Black Velvet, then I might have taken photography a little more seriously. There’s just something about following the journey of taking the picture and then developing it. It keeps me calm, settles me. And had Maddox not answered the door last night, I likely would have ended up in some lonely place, taking still images of who the hell knows what, only to spend hours in my dark room. But the idea of developing photos of Maddox after a night of him being inside of me. Well, shit. Why does that have me all giddy?
“I’m always right, Savage.”
I hold his stare, unsure where to go from here, but he cuts the silence as he tightens his grasp on my thighs and pulls me closer. “Let me drive you home.”
I shake my head, and as if on cue, I hear my ride pulling to a stop in the driveway. “No need,” I tell him, pulling away. “Uber’s here.”