Maddy Collated: The Complete Trilogy by Ava Lore Read Free Book Online

Maddy said, but it was swallowed by Chet's mouth. His full lips worked against her own, his teeth nipping at her, begging entrance, and a swell of desire rose up in her, bearing her up into him. She opened before him, her whole body blooming under his touch. His hands brushed roughly over her jaw, catching her hair and holding her to him as he slowly backed her against the wall. His hard body pressed into her softness, and Maddy felt faint.
    Memories of the night before surfaced, the feel of him against her back, the roughness of his cock pushing into her ass, the way he rode her, the way his tongue—now warring with hers for dominance—had licked and suckled her clit, had laved her slick folds until she came around his questing fingers. Warmth and moisture flooded between her legs, and Maddy moaned, distantly grateful that both his hard, muscled body and the wall of the elevator were there to hold her up. She was melting in his arms like wax.
    Beneath her fingers his suit jacket was fine, and she grabbed it and pulled him closer, needing to feel him. Against the softness of her belly, the softness she had always hated, the hard length of his erect cock pushed insistently. His hips moved, a slow, languorous thrust into her, and Chet groaned into her mouth.
    Then, abruptly, he broke away.
    “No,” she told him. Her hands, of their own accord, skated down and around his body and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer. His cock rubbed against her again and he shook in her arms, putting a hand out against the wall to hold himself up.
    “Jesus, Maddy ,” he said. Hastily he took a step back and she let go with reluctance. It was a good thing she did, too, because the elevator doors opened. She hadn't even noticed they were at their destination.
    Shit. Why couldn't she have worked on the thirtieth floor instead of the eighth?
    He was breathing hard, matching hers, but within seconds, before he turned and held the door for her, he had regained control. Mostly. His breath still came ragged, but he spoke evenly.
    “I hope you'll consider what we talked about, Miss Marcos,” he said.
    Maddy couldn't even talk. She just ran her hands through her hair and adjusted her purse, hoping she looked presentable. “I hope you will, Mr. Taylor,” she shot back. Head held high, she marched out of the elevator and onto her floor.
    “Miss Marcos.”
    She turned.
    He glared at her. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he swallowed. “Maybe a little jealous of him, too,” he said, and let the doors slide closed.
     
    *
     
    Sam Lake had a problem.
    This was not ideal, as Sam Lake usually had no problems, only opportunities, and that was good enough for him. Sam Lake did not like problems. The only thing he liked about problems was that if he ignored them long enough they usually went away. Or Chet handled them. Problems were Chet's territory.
    The problem was that Chet was the problem, and since Sam usually dealt with his problems by ignoring them he was now forced to ignore Chet. Which was kind of a problem in and of itself since they worked together. And talked all the time. And usually did lunch. And sometimes dinner. And clubbed together. And went to each others' family Thanksgiving dinners, and played raquetball together, and so on and so forth, and really, if he was going to have to ignore Chet, he was going to need to find a substitute for all those things and that just made him want to put his head in an oven.
    So, upon consideration, he most likely had two problems.
    Sam winced at his reflection in the glass of his office window. See? Just by dwelling on his problem instead of ignoring it, it had somehow multiplied from one to two. That's what he got for thinking about things.
    Turning away from the window, Sam glanced at his clock again. Still before eleven. Damnit . He was having lunch with Maddy —and hopefully more than lunch, if he could get away with it—and he was looking forward to it. In fact, it was pretty much the only thing he