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To the ones with the odds constantly stacked against them: Fuck what everyone else will think or say. Use it as fuel to write your own happy ending.
Unfortunately, after I come out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth, I realize the one massive problem I’ve overlooked. One that’s impossible to ignore now that he’s stripped down to nothing more than a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs. Theo Greyson is hot as hell.
Unfortunately, Madden’s faster than me—and possibly a mind reader—grabbing my wrist before I can even take a step back toward Camden. His skin singes mine where it makes contact, and there’s an intensity in his gaze as he leans in a little closer. “Don’t worry, Theo. The only guy ending up in my bed tonight is you.”
Join the Carnival cruise, ’cause I’m in the same fucking boat.
“Play with fire, and you’re gonna get burned, Teddy Bear,” I utter, the warning coming out barely more than a gruff whisper. “Especially if you keep looking at me like that.”
“I don’t need to read your mind, Theo. Not when your body is screaming.”
But I don’t get the chance, because Theo’s hand lands on my forearm. And those emotions? Well, they boil over the second his lips crash into mine.
I don’t know what caused me to snap, only that the second I do, I realize it’s the greatest mistake I’ve ever made. Because nothing—fucking nothing on this planet—could prepare me for kissing Madden.
And the moment I give in? All sense of control falls directly into Madden’s hands.
And, fuck, does my cock take notice of just how sexy it is to be on the receiving end of a hand necklace.
He drags me under with hatred, holds me captive with wrath. And it’s a taste too fucking addictive to fight.
“I hate that I want you,” I whisper, the words coming out in a snarl. His dark chuckle floats over my skin like satin. “About time we agreed on something.”
“Fuck. That’s it,” he growls against my throat before pulling back, meeting my gaze. “God, look at you. Are you gonna come for me?”
Theo Greyson is in my bloodstream, whether I like it or not.
“What do you—” “You!” I shout instantly. “Jesus fuck. It’s you, okay? I want you.”
Yeah, it led me right back to him. To finally admitting Phoenix was right: Denial is not just a river in Egypt, and I drown in it every time I look at Madden.
Every atom of my being lights up like a stadium at night the moment I can feel his hard, muscled body aligning with mine, and I realize… This. I want this.
It’s electric, his skin on mine. A shot of adrenaline straight to my heart.
“The rest can wait ‘til after I make you come.”
It’s a balancing act between feral need and leisurely exploration.
“Make me come.” How could I ever deny a request like that?
Theo Greyson is an anomaly; the perfect combination of power, speed, and grace.
