“I wanted to take this slow,” Walker breathed out against me, “but I’m having a hard time. No pun intended.” Then he found my mouth again and swept his tongue swept across my bottom lip. I nibbled and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth before tilting my head to kiss his neck, to nip and lick at his skin the way he had mine. The salt on his skin turned me on even more, and I lapped at his neck greedily.
Our sweaty bodies slid against each other with each thrust, our mouths and hands desperate for each other as our passion built. My hands lowered to his ass and I pulled him harder, my nails digging into him as I pulled him hard against me.
“Walker, I think I’m going to—” I stopped short and gasped, my hips rising and pressing against him over and over again. “Oh yes, God,” I cried out, louder than I’d intended as a current of pleasure ripped through me, sending shivers down my spine.
“Madison.” Walker’s voice shook as he breathed out my name, his eyes wild as he watched my body jerk with spasms of ecstasy. When the contractions subsided, I loosened the grip I held on his backside and moved my hands along his slick skin to stroke along the tensed muscles in his back and shoulders. He stared at me deeply, his eyes never moving from mine as tiny beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.
He began to move in earnest then, and captured my mouth with his as he plunged himself as deeply inside my body as he could. He thickened inside me as his pace quickened, each thrust finding a new depth within me. “Oh God, Madison.”
I couldn’t look away from him as he reached his peak, his face twisting with pleasure, his eyes closing briefly as he shuddered. His body jerked as he thrust a final time before collapsing on top of me, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
Intense happiness and contentment swept over me as I stroked his neck, his heavy weight covering me as he gasped deeply, his heart thundering against mine.
“I’ll be better next time. And the next,” Walker breathed out and I laughed.
“What exactly was wrong with this time, might I ask?” By my calculations, it was more than amazing.
“I didn’t get to devour you the way I wanted,” he said, panting for air. “But give me an hour.”
He pushed up and rolled to sit on the side of the bed. I pulled up the tangled sheets around my chest and let out a happy sigh as he removed the condom, grabbed a tissue to wrap it in, and tossed it into the trash can at the side of the bed.
Crawling back into the bed, he stretched out and faced me, our foreheads nearly touching. “You realize you’re never leaving this bed, right?” His hand stroked my exposed shoulder and arm as goose bumps appeared.
My heart continued to race as I came down from my Walker Rhodes high. I laughed at his silliness, and said, “I’ll probably have to leave it at some point.”
“Only if I let you.” He raised an eyebrow and gave me a playful grin.
I poked his shoulder and teased, “I don’t know who you think you are.”
“The boss of you,” he said half seriously. “From today until forever.”
I wanted to argue just for the sake of arguing, but knew it would be futile. Walker would know I was lying. This man had bossed me around since the moment he came back into my life.
And I fucking loved it.
Eight Weeks Later
I sat in my tiny office at the Warren Taylor Agency, filtering through my day’s e-mails and waiting for my only client to arrive. The agency had wanted me to start there right away and I had obliged, beyond thankful for the opportunity. The staff and I bonded immediately over our distaste for poor business practices and even poorer bosses.
I had been wrong in my assumptions of the industry as a whole. Not everyone was a bad guy only out for one thing. So far, this company seemed to practice the ethical business standards that I held dear.
To be honest, a few of my new coworkers were wary of me in the beginning, not hiding their opinion that I only got a job because I was Walker Rhodes’s girlfriend. I couldn’t even argue the notion since it was in fact, pretty true. But once they saw how hard I worked and realized that I wanted to make a decent name for myself in the business, I earned their respect and friendship.
This job had already been completely different than when I worked for Jayson. Who, speak of the devil, seemed to be just as successful as the day I left. Part of me hated him for it, but the rest of me was thankful that I didn’t have to look in the mirror every day and see his face. I could hold my head high and feel good about the person I chose to be. I highly doubted that he could say the same.
“Knock, knock.” Walker’s voice drew my attention away from the computer screen and toward my office door.
“Hi!” I pushed back my rolling chair and ran into his arms. “I love it when you come see me in the office.”
“Because seeing you at home isn’t enough? You’re addicted to me.”
I smacked his shoulder and faked a scowl. I had practically moved in with Walker, spending nearly every night there. And I was pretty sure I’d be moving in officially before the end of the year. Keri had already approved of this plan and offered to kick me out if it would help speed up the process, but I didn’t want to leave her high and dry. It wasn’t like she struggled for money, but it was the principle. Besides, I liked having my own space. Not that I seemed to ever need it.
“I think you’re the one who’s addicted in this relationship,” I told him.
“You got that right. I’m no dummy.” He lifted me off the floor and planted a sweet peck on my lips.
Walker and I had fallen into a comfortable routine. Everything between us flowed easily and naturally, like we were always meant to be together.
He stopped hanging out at night clubs and I met his friends. It turned out all of them knew exactly who I was, even from before the night of the concert. Most of them had been friends with him for years, and were there through Walker’s breakdown after we lost contact. They were thrilled for him, and couldn’t believe we’d finally found each other after all this time.
Sometimes I still couldn’t believe it either.
My parents had been just as excited when I brought Walker home one evening. My mom had actually started crying when she saw him, saying she couldn’t believe that the little fifteen-year-old boy from Malibu had turned into such a successful and handsome man. She insisted on telling embarrassing stories that Walker reveled in hearing.
I’d wanted her to stop, some of the memories were too painful to relive, but Walker had seemed genuinely interested in knowing everything I went through during our separation. My dad had just smiled, seemingly content with the chaos around him, and I felt tremendous relief at their approval. Everyone around us called our situation unbelievable, but I knew it was more along the lines of a miracle.
Walker grinned at me and set me gently back on my feet. “I’m here on official business, woman. So we should get to it.”
I tugged down my black pencil skirt to straighten it and walked back toward my desk. Stalling, I fidgeted with a stack of papers as Walker made himself comfortable in my guest chair.
“Did you finish reading the script?” he asked, knowing full well that I had finished it last night.
“I did. Did you?” I countered, knowing he finished it last weekend.
“Yeah. I really liked it.”
I smiled. “Me too. I think it’s a brilliant first role for you. It’s so different than how the public sees you, so you won’t get typecast and only get scripts where you’re a lonely singer or a musician on the run. I love that this character doesn’t sing. Thank God there’s no singing at all in the whole movie,” I exclaimed, throwing my arms wide with enthusiasm.
He laughed as I recalled the multitude of scripts I’d received since the announcement in the trades proclaiming that I was his agent. Every script had included a singing role for Walker to play; it was beyond ridiculous.