Madison’s Cure

(Part 1 from 3)

Even with the air conditioner on, the sweltering heat outside had John sweating. And it was close to bedtime, but Texas heat wouldn’t let up until several months later, if the state was lucky.
“How did I know you were here?”


John turned to see Madison standing in the doorway. He looked at her, smiled weakly and picked up his drink to hide his delight at seeing her curvy figure standing in t-shirt and hip hugging jeans that accentuated just how shapely her figure was. “You’re just lucky, I guess.”
She frowned. “When are you going to stop working so hard?”

John licked his lips and looked at Madison, his eyes traveling up and down the line of her body. Strands of blond hair strayed from her ponytail, accentuating her round face. Ocean blue eyes and plump lips beckoned to him, silently asking for permission to…
Hands on her curved hips, she strode forward and took the drink from his hand. “What are you drinking?”
She took a swig before he could answer, and immediately started coughing.

John took the drink from her hand and patted her on the back. “Scotch on the rocks, Madison. My favorite.” John handed her a bottle of water from beside the half empty bottle of scotch.
Madison took a long, deep swig, her throat pulsing with each swallow.

Something tight formed low in John’s groin as he watched beads of water slide down her long neck into the valley of her luscious breasts. John noticed how snug the fit of her red and pink stripped shirt fit across her breasts.
Or how it showed a little bit of skin when she arched her head back to drink the rest of the water.
Setting the empty bottle down on the table, Madison looked at John, narrowing her eyes. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“I’m on break right now, but in a few minutes I’m off to bed. I have to get up early and go to the property, let my new contractor in, run errands all afternoon on the north side of town and get things ready for our refi.”
Madison reached out to him, the soft touch of her hands against his tense shoulders set hi at ease. “You weren’t even going to tell me you were here, were you?”
John looked around the apartment, at the window and back at Madison again. “I planned to. Just after things were in order so we could—“
Madison’s fingers touched his chin. “Don’t play games with me John. We both know how you are. You need to work less, spend more time with me.”

John let out a long, slow breath. “I know. I promise I will. Just have to get this deal going first. I flip this house and I’m free financially. We’re so close, Madison. Two of our partners are only two deals behind me and…I know. You’re not buying it, are you?” He stopped talking, studying her expression instead. The smell of humidity hung in the air along with something else more primal. Her personal aroma drifted his way.
“I’m not buying your bullshit. I’m proud of you. But you can’t just waltz in here and stay with me without giving me warning so I can rearrange my schedule for you.”
John took his glass and poured more scotch into the settled ice. “I’d rather you not.”
“You don’t love me?”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “With all my heart, I love you.”
Her frown deepened. “Then cut the crap. And slow down. I’ll rush your ass to the hospital for your heart but I promise you’ll not be happy with me afterwards.”
John threw his head back in laughter. “I’m fine dear. Okay?”
Madison slapped his shoulder.

John reached for her hand, taking it in his. She was warm. “I’d slow down for you,” his voice was a low whisper now.”
“You haven’t yet.” She set a hand on her luscious hip.
“Make me?” John spun around in the chair and looked at the documents spread out before him. Loan papers, contractor bids, materials lists and schedules for the next few weeks lay out on the desk in a mess.
“Maybe I will.” She glared at him, her tongue flicking over her plump bottom lip.
His cock hardened. “You haven’t yet.”

Madison sighed. “Haven’t found the right time yet. And why won’t you relax and wear casual clothes? It’s Friday for Christ’s sake.”
He leaned back and set his hands behind his head. “I thought you liked me in a suit.”
She licked her lower lip. “I do. But it’s ninety-five degrees outside and your hair is still hanging down. Aren’t you hot?”
Raising his glass, he swished the ice around. “Got my scotch on the rocks. You’re here now. I’m good.”
Madison threw her hands up and sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”


John looked at Madison, wishing he could just fall asleep in beautiful pools of her eyes. Or swim naked with her. That was a thought.
Something built low in his body. He wondered if Madison could feel it when they touched.
He sure as hell could.


But damn, he was tired. It had been a long flight, the heat was overbearing. He’d had no trouble getting his rental car or visiting the property but had to spend too much time without eating. And then he had to remember where Madison left the spare key to her apartment.
The fact that his property was in Kingwood, he had to fly into Houston Hobby and then drive all the way back to Sugarland where Madison lived was exhausting too. But she was well worth it. Hell, he’d do anything to see her standing before him, looking at him with a hidden mischievous grin and her hands on her hips. Breasts jutted out proudly while her oh so kissable lips moved.

“I’ve got all sorts of ideas, babe.”
“I’m sure you do,” she nodded. “Just come to bed when you’re done.”
John watched her walk off, her hips swaying from side to side with each step she took. Hands reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head before she disappeared, leaving him with a view of her white bra, tanned skin and the desire to slake his own primal needs tonight.

“Damnit!” John knocked back the drink and slammed the glass on the table. Not only was he tired, somewhat drunk, and not looking forward to the first of a few long Saturdays, he was horny.
His cock strained against his pants and he knew he had to do something. Maybe a cold shower. Or maybe a long, hot shower that featured Madison stepping into the large tub with him, setting her delectably round ass against his cock and letting him smell her arousal, feel her heat.

Of course there was just a quick shower where he blew his hair dry, dressed for bed in pajama bottoms, a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and pale skin. And there was another glass of scotch, a large one designed to knock him out so he’d sleep tonight without dreaming of Madison’s pussy gripping him and milking him.
John slumped back in his chair, head hanging forward. He took a sip of scotch, let the liquid burn his throat before he took another longer swig. Sitting up, he looked at the stack of papers that had been neatly organized.
“Madison?”
He smiled to himself.

The bedroom door opened. “John,” Madison’s sleepy voice called out.
John looked up, set his glass down on the desk and waited. “Yes dear?”
“It’s bedtime. Come to bed.”
She sounded needy. Another man would have missed the subtlety of want in her voice. “I have things to do before bed first.”
“Then I’ll come to you.” Her voice was a husky whisper.
John arched a brow.

A moment later, Madison appeared before John wearing a black see through teddy that flowed out at the bottom with lace trimming. A scrap of lace hid both nipples and obscured his view of her pussy. Her hair had fallen around her shoulders in curls, so that it bounced with each step she took towards him. Hands started at her shoulders, smoothed down her arms, over her full breasts and over her round stomach until stopping at her hips. Madison stuck one leg forward, took a tentative step closer to John and stopped mere inches from him. “Well?”
His jaw dropped. He blinked several times to make sure he was seeing right before focusing on her expression.
“You think I’m fat. I knew it.”
“No!” He stood and took her hands in his. His stomach tightened from the contact hwile his cock hardened. Blood pumped faster down south and his mouth was bone dry. “No, that’s not it. It’s just…just…wow Madison. I’ve dreamed of this for years.”
“What do you intend to do now?” Her frown became a smile.

His cock throbbed beneath his boxers. Damn clothes!
Something inside John switched on as though the alcoholic haze that had begun to settle around his mind had been lifted.
Lifting a hand to the back of her head, he pulled her mouth to his, crushing their lips together fiercely.
Inhaling deeply, he swept his tongue over her bottom lip, he pulled her body to his, making sure to press the length of his cock against her belly. She smelled of seduction, peaches and cream. “I intend to have you, lover.” He nibbled her lower lip, enjoying her moans into him as her hands roamed up his back and settled on his shoulders.

A hand wrapped around loose strands of his hair and pulled his mouth away from hers. His neck exposed, she bent her head and pressed her lips to his neck, sucking on the flesh just above his collarbone.
John groaned pleasurably, his cock nudged against her belly still, pressure building deep inside him.

Forcing her thighs apart with his leg, he pushed her down against his thigh, feeling the wet heat against his skin through the flimsy material of their clothes. “Too many barriers,” he commanded and immediately lifted her teddy off and threw it aside.
“That was my favorite!”
“And it looks great on you. But you look better as you are.” He pressed his thigh between her legs, rubbing her pussy harder.
She straddled him, gripping his leg tightly.

The valley between Madison’s thighs burned his leg with intense heat. “You’re hot for me?”
“For years,” she whispered into his ear before her tongue slipped around his earlobe.
“Sit,” spinning her around, he pulled her onto his lap and made her straddle him.
Madison giggled, a light airy sound.

Her ass was firmly pressed against his taut stomach. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he slid his hands up her belly slowly, inch by slow inch.
“You really like the way I look?” Her voice was laced with doubt.
“I love the way you look Madison. You’re beautiful, a full figured woman with—“ A knock at the door cut him off.
He turned his head towards the door. Nothing was going to ruin this perfect moment damnit! “What the hell?”
A wicked grin crossed Madison’s puckered lips. “That should be Alicia.”
A brow arched. “Alicia?”

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