Chapter 4 - Novak
I STRIPPED OUT OF MY shirt as soon as I had the door closed, my hard member pressing against my slacks, demanding attention from her. She wasn’t the sort of girl I usually picked up from a bar. She wasn’t the easy, overly made up, t**s hanging out type that always screamed s*x and wanton, lusty desire.
Maddie seemed nearly the opposite of that.
Which wasn’t to say she didn’t want me, because there was no question as to that fact. I knew it at the bar, in the car, and before we’d gotten off that elevator. There was something urgent, almost frantic in her need for me, as though I was the first and only thing she had ever needed like that before.
My hands worked at my belt. By this time, she’d turned to face me, her eyes trailing over the hard muscles of my chest now exp
