He didn’t give me time to second-guess myself.
Maddox turned, pushed the door open wider with one hand, and walked back into Jennifer’s room like he owned it. I followed on unsteady legs. The second the door clicked shut behind us he yanked the blanket free and let it fall to the floor.
I forgot how to breathe.
He was even bigger than the glimpse I’d stolen earlier—thick, heavy, flushed dark at the tip and still glistening from the woman he’d just been inside. My mouth went dry. I stared openly, helplessly, trying to figure out how something that size was supposed to fit anywhere inside me.
“Strip and get on your knees, Victoria.”
His voice cut through the room, low and absolute.
I swallowed hard. My pulse hammered in my throat. I knew what came next. I had asked for this. But no man
