That Night with You (27 page)

Madison’s hands curled into balls and
her knuckles shone white, the same color as the tile of the floor.
Her body was so close to coming, and she wanted him to touch her
again, but she said nothing. She rocked gently back and forth,
trying to ease the vice grip of need clenching her
insides.

“
I have to know that I can
do anything I want to you,” he whispered in her ear. “Say
it.”

“
Yes, anything you want,
Hayden.”

He dragged her wetness from her folds
up between her butt cheeks. His finger rubbed back and forth over
her anus.

“
And if I want
this?”

Madison’s eyes snapped open and she
hesitated.

“
Do you trust me,
Madison?”

She tensed, anticipating what was to
come. “Yes, Hayden.”

Silence permeated the air. She waited
as the eerie quiet in the bathroom continued.

He eased over on his side, watching
her. “You need to be prepared in order for me to take this prize.”
He rubbed his hand over her butt. “Do you want me to prepare
you?”

Resting on her heels, she considered
his request. “Will it hurt?”

“
No, just feel different.”
He held up his index finger. “I’ll use this, that’s all for now. If
you don’t like how it feels, I’ll stop. Are you okay with
that?”

Staring into his eyes, she knew in
that instant that she would never find another man who made her
feel so comfortable with sex. “Yes.” Madison nodded her
head.

Hayden sat up from the floor and
positioned her hips in front of him. His hand rubbed lightly over
her ass, and when his fingers teased her wet folds, Madison closed
her eyes. Stimulating her, she lost herself in the way his fingers
moved rhythmically over her, but when he tracked her wetness to her
anus, she sucked in a frightened gasp.

“
I want to see if you like
how this feels,” he asserted, letting his thumb glide back and
forth over her opening.

Madison tensed when she felt the
pressure of his thumb pressing down.

Hayden let his hand fall away. “You
need to relax for me.”

Again his fingers went to her folds,
but this time he rubbed her nub hard, making her groan. Her hips
rocked back and forth and she relaxed as his hand awakened the heat
between her legs. Then, she felt the pressure of his finger slowly
entering her. He kept on stimulating, distracting her from the
sensation of fullness as he pushed into her anus. At first, she did
not know what to think; it felt awkward and unnatural. He began to
wiggle his finger and the combined stimulation caused her insides
to explode.

“
Jesus!” she cried
out.

“
Do you like this,
Madison?”

“
God, Hayden, yes.” Her
arms gave out on her, dropping her head to the floor.

He pinched her nub harder and wiggled
his finger more. “If you want me to stop, I will. You only have to
say so.”

“
No.” She pushed up on all
fours. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“
Are you sure?”

“
Deeper,” she implored. “Go
deeper.”

“
Let’s try something
else.”

Unexpectedly, Hayden removed his
finger and Madison almost crashed to the floor. Kneeling behind
her, he shifted her hips to him and she heard a foil package
ripping open. He spread her folds open and she flinched when his
fingers slipped inside her wet flesh. She was sore and wanted to
reach for his hand, stopping him, but she fought against the urge.
She had to submit.

“
I know you’re still tender
after last night,” he hummed in her ear, “but I need to be inside
of you. Please, baby.” He bit her shoulder.

She nodded her head and spread her
legs apart, making ready for him.

He stood and moved away. When the heat
of his body returned against her backside, she jumped as his
fingers slid into her.

“
This is just some
lubricant. It will help reduce your discomfort.”

The jelly felt good and eased the
burning. When he glided the jelly toward her anus, she swallowed
hard. Tenderly he entered her and Madison grimaced, but held her
position beneath him. He pushed into her as his finger eased into
her anus. She grunted at the discomfort, but when he pulled all the
way out and drove into her again, she groaned. The delicious
pressure from his finger was intensifying the sensation of him
moving against her flesh. He shoved harder into her the next time,
and she gasped when he reached the deepest parts of her.

“
Tell me if you want me to
stop.” He kissed her back.

“
No. More,” she
groaned.

He retreated from her wet flesh, and
this time, he wiggled his finger in her butt as he rammed into
her.

“
Oh, God,” she
shouted.

Hayden thrust into her with an
overwhelming force, pushing her forward into the floor. She lay on
the white tile sprawled prone, helpless beneath him as he pounded
into her. Her hands reached out to the floor, and her nails dug
into the grout, holding on. When that tingling seized her, growing
stronger with his every thrust, it became the most powerful
sensation she had ever known. It was as if the discomfort she
initially felt opened up another door, leading to absolute bliss.
Her climax made her shake like a leaf in a violent wind, erasing
all thought and reason. She erupted in hundreds of shooting bolts
of electricity, and in the distance she could barely detect the
sound of her impassioned scream.

It took a few moments for her senses
to return, but she came out of it just as Hayden made one last dive
into her, letting go and grunting into her back. Settling against
her, he was panting into her skin, and as the seconds ticked by,
Madison soon became aware of her chest and knees pressing into the
cold floor.

“
Now I know you trust me,”
he breathed in her ear.

“
I never knew it could be
like that. It was uncomfortable at first, but then it became…I
can’t describe it.”

He climbed off her back and pulled her
into his arms. “I know many different ways to please
you.”

She rolled over to him. “Where did you
learn about this stuff?”

“
Mostly from the women I’ve
known. They taught me how to please them, and some things I picked
up along the way.” He brushed a few strands of dark brown hair away
from her face.

“
How come you didn’t do
that before?”

“
Some women don’t like it,
and I had to know if you were receptive. If I would have tried this
before, I would have probably scared you away.”

“
What makes you think I’m
not scared away now?”

Letting out a long sigh, he looked
down her body. “Because you’re still here, and you still want
more.”

She hated to admit it, but he was
right. Instead of giving her an impetus to run away, his sexual
appetites only made her feel closer to him.

“
You need to get in a hot
shower,” he advised, patting her thigh. “I can’t have my favorite
architect catching cold on my bathroom floor. After you’ve dressed,
I’ll make us something to eat, and I’ll walk you over to the
Martins’ house.”

“
I forgot about them.” She
sat up, and all the tension their lovemaking had appeased instantly
returned. “Are you sure about this, Hayden?”

“
You mean Mr. Parr, don’t
you?” He stood from the floor and helped her up. “You’ll be fine,
baby.” He gazed down at the bruised circles about her left wrist.
“Make sure you put something over those bruises before you go to
the Martins’ place.” He rolled his eyes. “The last thing I need is
them wondering about you.”

“
Even I’m beginning to
wonder about me,” she admitted, stepping toward the shower
stall.

“
Why? Because of what we
just did?”

“
No,” she opened the shower
door and turned back to him, “because I want to do it all over
again.”

***

The Martins’ ho-hum, natural stone
house loomed before Madison like a gallows as she crossed the
street, trudging behind Hayden. In the daylight, the house appeared
less spectacular against the backdrop of the other million dollar
mansions surrounding it. Following a path that was lined with green
juniper bushes, they came to a sparse garden of pink azaleas and
manicured white crape myrtle trees set before the short cement
steps that led to the simple white-painted front door.

“
I don’t know if I can do
this, Hayden.”

He handed her the rolled up design.
“It’s part of your job, Madison. Smile, agree to whatever they
want, then bring back their suggestions to the office and we’ll see
what we can do. Just get them to show you their property. I want
you to get started on some plans for me.”

Glancing over at his pressed beige
suit, she almost found it a little humorous that only an hour
before he had been naked with her on his bathroom floor doing
things that would have terrified his neighbors and most certainly
the Martins. As she took in the other houses around them, she
reasoned perhaps that was what went on in every home, making the
façade presented to the world the actual fantasy, and the passion
pursued behind closed doors the reality. Amazing what a person
could hide behind a smile.

At the entrance to the Martins’ home,
she peered back at his cold, contemporary dwelling across the
street. Picturing a window where she was standing, her mind began
to fill with ideas for different architectural designs for
Hayden.

“
Well, hello,” Stevie
Martin chirped after opening her front door. “So glad you could
make it.”

Her soft blonde hair hung about her
shoulders and the casual, blue slacks and fitted white top she wore
accentuated her very slender figure. Madison envied the woman’s
perfectly made up face, and wished she had taken more time to slap
on a little more than lipstick and mascara.

“
Come in.” Stevie gave a
welcoming smile, waving them inside.

“
Thanks, Stevie.” Hayden
kissed her cheek. “Unfortunately, I have to run to the office, but
I’m leaving Madison to go over the changes Pat and I discussed.” He
pulled Madison to his side.

“
Oh, so sorry you can’t
stay, Hayden.” Stevie’s deep blue eyes turned to Madison. “It seems
Pat and I will have a lot to discuss with Madison.”

Madison nervously clutched the roll of
paper in her hand. “I look forward to hearing your suggestions,
Mrs. Martin.”

“
Stevie, dear. No need to
call me anything but Stevie.”

Hayden backed out the door. “Well, I
will leave you to it, Madison.” His voice was abrupt and
businesslike. “Come and see me with the changes when you get back
to the office.”

Madison careened her head around to
him. “Yes, Mr. Parr.”

She noticed how he hesitated, covered
his hand over his smirk, and then turned away.

“
So, Madison, can I get you
any coffee?” Stevie inquired while closing the front
door.

Madison faced her hostess. It was then
she took in the small entryway of the home. Rising up behind the
short taupe-tiled foyer was a second floor balcony with black iron
railings and a row of long windows behind it. The effect was dated
and alluded to the homes late seventies contemporary design.
Hanging before the railing was a teardrop-shaped, cascading
chandelier.

“
Ah, no coffee, thank you.”
Madison’s eyes returned to Stevie. “I had a big breakfast.” She
briefly pictured the pile of frozen waffles with honey Hayden had
served her earlier.

“
All right.” Stevie waved
to an opening to the side of the entryway. “Why don’t we go in the
den and go over those changes.”

Walking down a dimly lit,
almost claustrophobic, hallway with framed family pictures on the
darkly paneled walls, Madison began to understand why Hayden was so
dead set against keeping the house when he took over the
property.
My God, if this is the
entrance
….

At the end of the hallway, the space
opened into a large family room with a stone fireplace that rose
all the way up to the top of the eighteen foot ceiling. However,
that was about all Madison found redeeming. The white shag carpet,
dull paneling, and row of patio doors to the left were better
suited for an episode of the “Brady Bunch” rather than a modern
Highland Park home.

“
You can see why we want to
build something new,” Stevie said beside her. “It’s very dated, and
we moved in expecting to renovate it. But…,” she threw her hands
up, “one thing led to another, and now we just want to start
over.”

Madison took in the all glass bar in
the corner of the room. “It’s not bad,” she admitted. “But it does
need a good bit of updating.”

“
You should see the
kitchen.” Stevie grimaced, shaking her head. “The place belonged to
an older widow with grown children. She apparently liked living in
the seventies, because God knows she never left it.”

“
I understand,” Madison
remarked. “I have an aunt like that. Everything in her house has
stayed exactly the same since I was a little girl.”