But after tonight, I’m not so sure I made the right choice, and it’s not because I’ve seen what a goddess Madison is. I always knew she was. Under that fancy make-up and slinky red dress, she’s still the clumsy little girl who bought me breakfast and made me smile.

I suppose I’m questioning my decision because I can’t help but wonder: Are Juliet and I too alike? The sex is rockin’, but when that dies down, and it will die down, will I still want her?

This is what happens when you start a “relationship” with someone who was your patient, who is addicted to sex, who you watched masturbate on your desk, and then fucked like a wild animal to get over your lying, cheating ex-fiancée.

This was doomed from the get go. Why the hell did I think otherwise?

“Dixon?”

Internally groaning, I curse whatever gods are looking down on me, laughing at my misfortune.

“Madison?” I say, matching her stunned tone, although mine is completely staged.

As I turn around to look at her, my heart gets stuck in my throat. But I pull my shit together, and put my game face on.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, her chest pushing out breathlessly after all of that energetic dancing.

“Oh, my friends wanted to check the place out,” I reply, running a hand through my hair.

She nods, and I don’t fail to see her eyes taking in every crevice of my face as we talk. “Oh, cool. Me too. Well, my friends did,” she explains, her glossy lips calling out to me.

“Awesome.” I clear my throat, as this feels exactly how it used to feel when we first met.

The attraction is no doubt still there, but something has changed in Madison. She seems more…confident, more aware of her beauty, but not in a conceited way. And I can’t help but wonder why the change.

The answer, however, slaps me straight in the face when her beau wraps his meaty hands around her waist, clearly staking his claim. This dude is a giant compared to her, and she looks up to meet his narrowed eyes. Appearing as if she had forgotten where she was, she shakes her head and smiles.

“Dixon, this is David.”

David the Giant extends his palm, which I lacklusterly shake.

“Pleasure,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He returns my unenthused gesture and I pull back my hand, fighting the urge to wipe it on my jeans. David sizes me up, and warning bells obviously go off in his head as he protectively wraps his arm around Madison’s shoulders.

“So, how do you know Maddy?” he barks, trying to intimidate me.

This boy has a lot to learn if he thinks his playground antics will get a rise out of me.

“Well, Madison was falling all over herself when I was around. Weren’t you, Maddy?” I sarcastically reply, my eyes never leaving David’s.

As his jaw clenches, I internally high-five my wit.

“How’s your head?” I ask, reaching forward and brushing away the soft hair from her temple, looking for any scarring evidence from her fall.

I’ll be damned; she slowly leans forward into my touch. Her willingness to surrender has the barbarian in me beating my chest in victory. Suck on that, you freakishly ginormous dick.

Thankfully, I’m next to be served, so I end this pleasant encounter immediately. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Damon,” I say, intentionally getting his name wrong.

“It’s David,” he corrects, his fingers clutching Madison’s soft skin.

“Right,” I reply dismissively. “Madison,” I nod, directing my cocky gaze her way, but she looks pissed.

I have no idea what would incite this hostility, and it’s too late to find out why as the person is front of me is paying for their drinks.

“It was lovely seeing you again.” I lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.

The moment her vanilla scent assaults my nostrils, I barely refrain from burying my nose in the crook of her neck.

I pull away calmly, trying my best to appear impassive, but I’m thrown on my ass when she leans forward and purrs into my ear, “You owe me dinner.”

My calm demeanor is totally destroyed, but Madison smirks and turns on her heel with the baboon chasing after her.

I stand immobile, transfixed on her tight, curvy ass, totally losing my spot in line, but I don’t care. I just got played at my own game.

Touché, my Cherry Pie, touché.

14

Man, I Feel Like a Woman

DIXON

I awake from the most vivid dream of Madison sucking my dick. She somehow knew exactly what I liked, and suddenly, I realize what woke me was the fact I am actually getting my dick sucked. However, the person on the end of my cock isn’t Madison, but rather Juliet.

Peering down, I see a head of lush blonde hair bopping up and down between my thighs, and I ignore the fact I wish it was a brunette head instead.

Juliet lets me go, and seductively raises her face, her lust-filled eyes focusing on mine. “Good morning, babe,” she purrs. I cringe, as I hate that pet name, but she doesn’t seem to care.

“Hi,” I reply, my raspy voice raw from too many scotches. “How’d you get in?” I ask, as she doesn’t have a key.

“I have my ways,” she huskily replies. I don’t even bother questioning how, because she lowers her head and continues from where she left off.

Getting blown by Juliet is honestly one of my most favorite things in the world. Her mouth, tongue, hands and throat, they all work in sync with each other perfectly, and I’m usually done in less than two minutes. But today, she’s just not doing it for me. Her mouth is too wet, her tongue is too swirly, her hands are too grabby, and her throat is too deep.

She senses I’m not in the mood and pulls away, her lips wet and plump from sucking like a damn vacuum cleaner.

“What’s the matter?” she breathes, brushing her hair off her face.

Looking down into her confused blue eyes, I feel like a total prick for being so unresponsive, because she’s trying.

Maybe I just want to fuck.

“Take your clothes off,” I demand, sitting up and reaching into my bedside dresser for a condom.

She looks confused as I usually go bareback, but that’s only because I’m usually lost in a fuck bubble, and all sense of reason gets lost in my raging hard-on. Nevertheless, she quickly rises and disrobes, yanking off her cashmere sweater and short black skirt. She’s boldly standing in a skimpy black strapless bra, matching thong, and red skyscraper heels, and I can’t deny, she really is beautiful.

“Strip,” I command, resting against the headboard, watching her.

She grins, no doubt turned on by the direct order, and she reaches around her body, unclasping her bra. It falls to the floor and my eyes zero in on her heavy, full breasts. Her nipples are pink and incredibly erect, and my mouth waters, begging to suck on both buds immediately.

“Those too.” I point to her panties.

She licks her glossy lips before turning her back to me and bends at the waist, giving me a full view of her toned ass. She hooks her fingers into the ribboned waistband of her thong and shimmies them down her legs until they too gather at her feet. Slowly rising, she looks at me over her shoulder, her long blonde hair veiling her dangerous face.

“Now what, Dr. Mathews?” she asks, tonguing her lower lip.

“Now I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to make you come,” I reply, tearing the condom wrapper and getting down to business.