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“I’m waiting.” His voice had hardened, a slight gruff in
his tone. “Your dress, Lila,” Maddox reminded me, when I
stayed bent over the railing.
My trembling hands clenched the fabric of my silk dress,
and I slowly slid it up. I couldn’t see his face, but his eyes
were practically burning holes into my back.
Warm. Intense. Hard.
I pulled my dress up over my ass, and it bunched around
my hips, as I stayed bent over. The thong I wore barely
covered my flesh. My ass cheeks were on display, my bare
legs shaking, as I tried to keep myself still for him.
This was highly inappropriate.
But maybe it was why… the fact that it was
inappropriate…had me wanting more. I grew damp
between my thighs, my wetness coating my underwear. My
body was tight with anticipation.
“Maddox,” I breathed, waiting for him to say
something… to touch me.
But he stayed eerily quiet. I could hear his breathing,
could feel him behind me, but he didn’t make a move to
touch me.
His legs brushed against mine, and I let an involuntary
shudder. The fabric of his pants seemed to feel rougher
against my skin, even though I knew that wasn’t the case. I
just felt more… in tune with Maddox. My body was
hyperaware of every touch, every breath… every
movement.
When he finally touched me…I almost moaned in relief.
The tips of his fingers brushed across my back, and his
hands slid down to my ass. He cupped it almost
possessively, before moving closer. His body molded over
me, bringing his chest firmly against my back. Maddox
kicked my legs open, forcing them further apart.
The slight coldness of the railing seeped through my
dress, as I kept my chest pressed against it. My nipples
pebbled, and my lips parted, a silent gasp escaping.