Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Yeah, of course.”
I smile at her and pull her close. “No ulterior motive? You weren’t hoping to get another shot at me?”
She scoffs. “No, but”—she wiggles her eyebrows—“I mean… I’m not against another shot at you.”
“We have a few hours to burn.” I jerk my head toward the back of the shop, where the staircase to my apartment is located. “Care to join me in my suite?”
She swallows. “No, Maddox.”
Disappointment surges through me. “I thought you said you weren’t against the idea.”
She shakes her head. “No, I mean, not there. I want you right now, right here. In your shop.”
My heartbeat quickens, and my dick starts throbbing underneath my slacks. “The shop is still technically open for another fifteen minutes, Alissa.”
She gazes at me, her eyes impish. “Sounds dangerous, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck.” I glance over at the curtains, which are half shut. People rarely come into the shop this late in the day, especially on a Sunday. It’s cold outside, so passersby aren’t likely.
And Alissa is right. It is dangerous.
And Mad Maddox likes dangerous.
I lower my gaze to her breasts. “Get your fucking clothes off right now.”
She grins. Her coat is already off, and all she’s wearing is light-blue scrubs from the hospital. And God, she looks sexier than most women do in the most lavish fashions. She pulls the top over her head and tosses it on the floor. She kicks off her shoes, slides the pants over her hips, and steps out of them. She’s in a sensible white bra and panties, and—again—it’s hotter than the skimpiest lingerie.
I cup her tits, thumb her hard nipples through her bra.
“Do you want me?” she asks.
“More than anything, Alissa.” I stare at her. “But I believe I told you to get all your clothes off. You still have a few things to go.”
She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting her gorgeous tits fall free. Her nipples could cut diamonds, they’re so hard. I run a finger over them, making her shudder.
But she’s not moving fast enough for Mad Maddox.
In one swift move, I grab her panties and rip them off her body, exposing her beautiful pussy.
She stands naked in my shop looking luscious, but…something is missing.
“One sec.” I cross to the hat display. I find a black fedora in her size and fit it snugly over her head.
Now she’s naked and wearing one of my hats.
Fuck.
I grab her and crush my lips to hers. She opens for me immediately, and I explore every corner of her mouth. God, this kiss. An electric charge pulses through my body, hitting my heart and my cock. I slide one hand down her soft body and between her legs.
She moans as I work her pussy.
Fuck. Too many clothes. My hands are occupied, but Alissa reads my mind. She unbuttons my shirt and caresses my chest. With her other hand, she grabs at my bulge.
I suck in a breath.
A second later she’s unbuckling my belt, whipping it off and throwing it across the shop. She nearly hits a display of ties, but I don’t fucking care.
She unbuttons my jeans and unzips my fly, leaving my boxer briefs the only layer between my aching cock and the bliss of her mouth.
Until—
Ding!
I widen my eyes. The door is unlocked. Someone is coming in.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Behind the counter,” I hiss into Alissa’s ear.
She quickly scoots, crouching to hide. I quickly button my pants and gather her discarded items of clothing—including the ribbons of what used to be her panties—and toss them into an antique wicker basket I keep by the gramophone. I look up to see one of my regulars—a middle-aged man named Mr. Liddell—has walked in and is browsing a selection of tweed jackets in the rear of the store.
I swallow, adjusting myself under my pants discreetly. “Mr. Liddell. Good to see you again.”
“Maddox, always a pleasure.”
“What can I help you with today?”
“I’m doing a stint as a guest lecturer at UChicago starting next week. I was hoping to find something professorial.”
I nod. “Nothing screams ‘professor’ quite like tweed.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He picks up a jacket in a pattern of brown and maroon houndstooth, examining the label on the interior of the collar. “Do you have this in a forty-four long?” He pats his belly. “The holidays, you know.”
“I’ll check in the back,” I say.
I’m internally rolling my eyes. I don’t have any extra inventory in the back, unless it’s a delivery that I haven’t put out into the store yet. But to access the back of the store, I have to go behind the counter, and it’s a good chance to check on Alissa.
I walk behind the register, where she’s lying in a fetal position, still naked as the day she was born. “You doing okay?” I whisper.
She nods. “I’ve never found myself in this situation.”