Page 58 of Madden

“I want more than a kiss, Madden.”

Without waiting, Madden grabs my wrist and drags me with him down the hall leading to the back room we came through when we first arrived.

The lights are dim, and a table sits along the wall with two chairs on the opposite side with a door leading to the parking lot out back.

The empty room leaves us alone, away from curious glances. He turns toward me, his eyes bright with excitement when he lifts me into his arms and carries me across the room to the table.

I let out a low hiss, muttering for him to be careful.

“This dress is gonna be the death of me if I don’t touch you.”

He steps between my legs, forcing them apart, and holds my face in his hands, his lips crashing on mine.

I tighten my hold around his wrist, holding on for the ride. At some point, one of the guys steps into the room. I can’t make out who. All I hear is them grumble, “Jesus Christ.”

Madden lifts his hand. I imagine to flip them off, but his mouth never stops devouring me.

He grips my hips. I circle my legs around his waist, and he grinds against my center.

He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving while he stares at me through hooded eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out to the car?”

I smirk. “We’re missing out on all the fun, and you want to take off already?”

“You think I wouldn’t have more fun ripping this fuckin’ dress off you?”

We don’t even notice we’re no longer alone until the door slams shut, followed by a loud gasp. We both snap our gaze in the direction to see who it is.

It’s like a bucket of ice water poured over our heads, bringing us crashing back to reality.

Hanna.