Page 161 of Sugar
“It’s creepy in here,” Maddie whispered. “What’re we doing?”
“Patience.”
“Ah, yes. What I’m known for.”
In honor of Tripp’s birthday party, Golden was closed to the public and Gilded was completely closed as a precaution.
Atlas and Cohen didn’t need some drunken partygoer—or stubborn journalist—stumbling in to discover the secret club.
I kept going until we reached room seven.
She smiled up at me through hooded eyes. “We can’t.”
“We can.”
“The party.”
“Will still be there in a few minutes.” I backed her against a wall before dropping to my knees. “But I’ll come out of my fucking skin if I don’t get a taste of you.”
“We can’t have that happening,” she whispered, relenting almost instantly.
“Take your panties off, Madeline.”
Lifting her skirt, she hooked her thumb in the sides and pushed them down before carefully stepping out of them.
I grabbed them from the floor and rubbed the silky material between my fingers. “Already soaked.”
“Always for you.”
“Onlyfor me,” I corrected as I pocketed them. She wouldn’t be getting them back. “Lift your skirt out of the way and show me what’s mine.” When she did, I lifted her leg over my shoulder to lap at her wetness.
“Easton,” she whimpered.
Each time I filled her. With my tongue. My fingers. My dick. It didn’t matter what, but each time, she moaned my name. Like she knew it drove me out of my fucking mind.
Like she loved the reminder that it was me touching her. Tasting her. Owning her.
And it never failed to make me lose control.
Instead of teasing her like I planned, I ate with greedy desperation.
Like her pussy was the answer to everything.
Like it was my fuel.
My fucking lifeblood.
Because it was.
Every damn thing about Maddie was.
And all of it wasmine.
Maddie
FIVE MONTHS LATER...
I was going crazy.
