Maddox’s head snapped up the second the door creaked wider.
Those dark eyes locked onto mine, and for a heartbeat the only sound in the room was the blonde’s ragged breathing and the wet slide of him pulling out of her.
He straightened slowly, every muscle in his back and shoulders shifting under golden skin. Without a word he reached for the throw blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapped it low around his hips, knotting it with one sharp tug. The thick outline of him was still impossible to ignore—heavy, flushed, glistening. The image of it burned straight into the part of my brain that would never, ever let it go.
“How long have you been standing there?” His voice was low, rough from s*x. “And why the f**k are you watching me f**k someone like some goddamn creep?”
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