"And?" He doesn't seem bothered, and I take a deep breath. I'm horny already, but I'm trying to fight it. "Take off your clothes." "Uh—" "Do it." I do as he says, and his eyes stay glued on me, growing hungrier the more skin I show. Heat spreads between my legs. But I try to fight my growing

He shoves his tongue deeper into my mouth, stopping briefly by the threshold to kiss the living daylights out of me. I can't get enough of Maddox. I'm already dripping wet when I'm carefully set on the bed. The rest of my clothes fly off, and then I eye the jock, who lays down on his back. We are

Maddox The last few days have been insanely hard, tiring, and traumatic for Michelle and me. We found out one of our baby boys had stopped growing normally in the womb. Then the water also broke, and a c-section was needed. But the troubles didn't end there. Our twins were delivered at thirty-f

Maddox A few weeks later I've been so lonely lately that I don't know what to do with myself or how to stop the emotion from choking me alive. Michelle dropped out of college. She is at home with the twins—Isaac and Gabriel—and she is doing a hell of a job. But sometimes, when I come home from

"Well..." I'm thoroughly surprised. A sigh leaves my lips. "Maddox, you work all day—football is your profession. You earn a living, and then you come home and..." "And?" "This won't sound good no matter how I word myself, but being with the twins is lovely. They are my everything, but sometimes t