Last night had been hell. This morning was agony. He'd wanted to go slow for her, to do this the right way.
But right now, with her body writhing back against him, Maddox was officially done being good. In fact, he was fully prepared to be a very bad boy.
The urge to mate roared through his body like fire.
She rolled her hips again, pressing harder.
Maddox groaned. One arm stayed locked around her waist while his other hand slid possessively down her body, cupping her heat through her zip suit. She responded with another unconscious roll of her hips, pressing against his painfully hard cock as if her body knew exactly what it wanted.
"Fuck. So responsive for me," he whispered against her ear. "I need to be inside of you."
"Don't mind us in the back," Kael called. "By all means, go ahead and fuck her on the treasure. I'll just be over here dying of secondhand horniness while Sterling pretends he's not traumatized."
