“Oh, babe,” she pants, her fingers digging into me as her hips buck forward.

The scene before me is highly erotic, but in no way, shape or form am I turned on. All I can think about is Madison lying innocently in my bed, ignorant to the fact that I’m helping my fuck buddy get off.

She’s taking longer than usual, and if I know Juliet as well as I think I do, she’s doing this on purpose because there’s one final thing she wants me to do. Lunging forward, I angrily latch onto her neck and bite over her pulse, sucking her warmed flesh into my mouth.

It’s exactly what she wants and, within moments, she comes with a loud, breathless whimper. I let her go and wipe my mouth, revolted when I see her skin red from where I marked her.

If she wasn’t still holding onto me, I would have slammed the door in her face by now. But this will be over in moments, and the worse is over with—well, one can only hope.

Her eyes flutter open, and her smile is sated and relaxed. “See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” she says, slowly removing the hand from beneath her skirt.

She doesn’t give me a chance to reply because with the fingers that were inside of her moments ago, she runs her pointer down my lips, leaving a trail of her arousal behind. I won’t deny she smells amazing, but I can’t help but feel she’s done this to mark me, knowing that I have someone inside.

“When it’s my turn for a sleepover, give me a call.” She smirks, confirming my suspicions. “Or if you want to invite me in, we can have one now.”

That’s not going to happen. Ever.

When she sees my resolve, she shrugs, unaffected that someone else is sleeping in my bed. “Goodnight, Dr. Mathews. I’ll come to collect what’s owing to me soon.”

Good grief, this woman is insatiable. A quality I once loved.

“Goodnight, Ms. Harte,” I curtly say, thankful when she blows me a kiss and turns on her heel.

I watch as she enters the elevator, not because I’m being a gentleman but rather because I want to ensure she’s gone. Waiting a few seconds, I close and lock the door behind me.

Leaning up against the wood grain, I take a deep breath and instantly smell her on my lips. Quickly wiping away the evidence with the back of my hand, I squash down the urge to go for a shower, as it’ll wake Madison and create questions I don’t want to answer.

Washing my face in the kitchen sink is going to have to do. But I’ll be sure to scrub every part of me tomorrow. Just for good measure, I use some hand wash and lather up a foamy handful, spreading it all over my face. I want no trace of her on me.

When I’m satisfied I’m Juliet-free, I head back to my bedroom and creep inside. Thankfully Madison is still sleeping soundly, and I slowly pull back the covers, slipping underneath. The moment I smell her unique fragrance, I get hit with a serious case of the guilts.

What I did was appalling, but considering my options, that was the better choice than fucking Juliet in the hall. Juliet is toxic, and that toxicity, which was once my favorite drug, now leaves me numb. I want no more.

21

Left Unsaid

DIXON

I’m grateful I wake to an empty bed, and I say grateful because I’m sporting some serious morning wood. Lifting the sheets, I groan, because there’s no way this boner is going anywhere without a helping hand, and my hands are a poor substitute for the hands I want wrapped around my dick.

“Morning,” Madison happily says from the doorway. I quickly drop the sheet.

“Morning,” I reply, clearing my throat. “How’d you sleep?” I ask, sitting up and subtly arranging the blankets around my lap. I hope she slept better than me.

“Great,” she replies, walking into the bedroom while I run a hand through my messy hair. “Best sleep I’ve had in ages,” she concludes, her eyes fixated on my fingers as I try and gain some order with my mane.

“I’m glad.” My gaze drops to the sliver of milky white skin peeking out between her jeans and my T-shirt, which she’s tied in a knot, Daisy Duke style.

I quickly raise my eyes, as her supple flesh is so not helping my predicament below the sheets.

“Yup. But we have a problem,” she says seriously, sitting on her side of the bed.

We sure as shit do, I think, but ask, “We do?”

Madison nods animatedly. “You’ve run out of coffee.”

I can’t help but laugh at her dire grievance, as she’s dead serious. The fact she’s hunted through my cupboards doesn’t bother me in the slightest. However, the fact I’ve run out of coffee does.

“So, how ’bout you let me buy you a cup to say thank you for letting me crash?” she says with a smile.

I nod, as I’m all for the idea of spending any extra time I can with Madison. But I suggest, “How about I buy, seeing as you’re penniless?”

Madison smirks. “I have my ways of getting what I want.” My eyes widen before they drop to her chest.

She sees my obvious approval and laughs. “Not that, you pervert.”

I raise my hands in innocence. “Hey, I’m only human.” I witness her cheeks turn a lovely pink.

Deciding to focus on what’s important, I ask, “Did you call Mary?”

Madison shakes her head. “No, I didn’t want to be rude and use your phone without asking.”

“Oh, so you decided to hunt through my cupboards instead?” I playfully tease, and she nods.

“That was a matter of life and death,” she states like it’s a no brainer.

“And getting you home isn’t?” I ask with interest.

Madison shyly looks at her feet and shrugs. “What can I say, your bed is way comfier than mine, and besides, is that a memory-foam pillow?” she says, finally raising her eyes.

I laugh at her adorability and nod. “Well, you’re welcome back anytime,” I avow, but pause when I realize how that sounded.

“Dr. Mathews, I just may take you up on that offer. I mean, I’ve read that studies show that memory foam promotes proper alignment when you sleep. So for science alone, I really should return,” she reasons with a smile.

I try not to let my enthusiasm shine through. “Precisely. We’re both health professionals, and if we don’t look after our bodies, then how are we meant to look after others?” I counter, and Madison nods.

“So it’s settled, you must spend another night to really determine if these studies are, in fact, correct,” I say, using my professional voice.

Madison giggles. “Yup, it’s a price I must pay for the health of my spinal column.”

Holy shit, how did this happen? We have just completely fake-reasoned to one another why Madison needs to stay another night in my bed, and it’s got nothing to do with my damn pillow, or her spine. The thought of her spending another night doesn’t help my current situation, but it’s a small price to pay to have Madison in my bed. Here’s hoping Juliet doesn’t decide on another impromptu visit.

“How about you call Mary and let her know you’re alive, as I’m not going to lie, she does scare me a little, um…a lot,” I confess, and Madison cackles.

“It’s okay, she scares everyone.”

Thankfully she stands and I smile. “I’ll just shower. Give me twenty?”

“Okay, see you in twenty,” she says, and gives me a small wave before she leaves.

I wait a couple of seconds, and when the coast is clear, I throw off the covers, desperate to take control of this raging erection. Just as I’m about to leap out of bed, Madison ducks her head around the doorjamb and asks, “Which remote control is for the TV? You have like, five.”