She was chaos.
Risky chaos.
Chaos that I had to keep a secret.
The exact kind of situation I always avoided.
Madison looked back at me again.
Fuck… she was the chaos I’ve always needed.
I had a one-track mind.
My thumb and index finger came together against the tiny zipper and began to pull.
“I’ve been thinking about this from the moment I saw you in this dress, sweetie,” I whispered.
“Good,” Madison said. “I’ve been wanting to get out of this dress from the moment I put it on. Glad I don’t have to do this myself.”
Her tone and slight purr made my cock throb.
She reached back and grabbed her hair.
She twisted it up into an uneven, messy bun as I had the zipper undone halfway down her back.
The fingertips of my left hand touched the back of Madison’s neck.
She groaned.
I gritted my teeth.
Every little sound she made…
I began to slide the dress down her left shoulder.
Exposing her skin.
I continued to unzip the dress as I pressed my lips to her shoulder.
My tongue flickered against her skin.
Madison looked down and groaned again.
“You did amazing tonight, sweetie,” I whispered.
I wasn’t even sure I said those words until they echoed in my head.
“You think so?” Madison asked.
Everything froze between us.
You’re going from hot sex to a conversation?
“Amazing,” I said again. “Own everything, Madison. Own who you are and what you can do.”
“Then keep taking my dress off,” she purred.
That’s when I dropped down to one knee behind her.