When they took the corner, Madison glanced at her friend and noted the look on her face. She could only assume she was thinking more about Madison’s sexy suggestion. Her friend finally broke the silence and asked, “When did you become such a bad girl anyway, Madison?”
Madison winked. “Sean brings it out in me.” She thought about her exhibitionist antics on the rooftop. “In fact, he brings a lot of things out in me.” They sauntered up Madison’s walkway, but before she pushed open the door, she grabbed her mail. Haley followed her into the condo and asked, “Any more news on the fire?”
“No, not yet.”
Madison glanced over the envelopes and frowned when she spotted one with nothing but her name scribbled on the front. She tore it open and scanned the paper.
“What does it say?”
“It says, Meet me at the yacht.”
Haley shook her head, a telltale smile on her mouth. “Okay, it’s official. I’m totally jealous.”
Madison pulled her cell out of her pocket. She was just about to punch in the number but hung up when the police officer she was calling knocked on her front door.
Less than twenty minutes later, Madison walked along the wobbling wharf leading to the yacht. She climbed on board and made her way to the cabin below. When she reached the bottom and spotted Sean, an agonized look moved over his face.
“Madison,” he said, his eyes wide, clearly surprised to see her standing there.
Madison’s glance went from Sean, who was flat out on the mattress with both arms handcuffed to the bedposts, to Tara, who was half dressed and straddling him.
“Madison,” Sean rushed out again. “It’s not what you think.”
Madison drew a calming breath and worked to keep her voice level when she said, “Oh no?” She took in the flush on Tara’s cheeks, and the way her big breasts spilled out of her sexy lace bra. Standing there staring down at the two, Madison took a second to wrap her brain around what she was seeing.
“I’m pretty sure it’s exactly what it looks like,” she countered.
Tara gave a sassy shake of her head and seemed quite pleased with herself. “I told you, Madison. You can’t trust a playboy firefighter, because when you play with fire, you inevitably end up getting burned.”
Trust?
Tara wanted to talk to her about trust? Really, how could she not trust a man who put her feelings, safety and needs first, a man who cared about her well-being—emotional and physical—and went to extremes to prove just how much he cared?
“Madison,” Sean said again, sounding almost desperate. “Come on. It’s not what it looks like. You know you can trust me.”
A long moment passed between them as her glance met and locked with Sean’s. Then she broke the quiet and said, “That’s right. I do know that.” Madison turned and called for Carter, who’d accompanied her to the yacht after showing up at her door.
Carter came down the stairs with the note Madison found in her mailbox.
“You’re coming with me,” Carter said, and hauled Tara off Sean.
“What’s going on?” Tara asked.
Madison tossed Tara her shirt. “What’s going on is that I recognized your handwriting. The handwriting on that letter matched the writing on the ones you’ve been sending to Sean.”
Tara swallowed, and realizing she’d been caught, she rushed out, “Sean, it’s not like that. I just wanted to get back together.” Her eyes shot daggers as they turned to Madison. “She won’t make you happy. Not like I can.”
“That’s enough,” Carter said as he hauled her up the stairs. He turned back to Madison. “I’ll meet you both at the station.” When Tara struggled, he held her tighter and said, “You’re coming with me. And we have a fire we need to discuss. Again.”
Madison nodded, but instead of following behind, she said, “We need a minute.”
“No worries. Tara’s not going anywhere.”
When the two left, Madison folded her arms and stared at Sean’s handcuffs. “How did a little girl like her get a guy like you into those?”
“I don’t know.” He rolled his eyes, clearly agitated by the situation. “I think she put something in my drink.”
“There is something seriously wrong with that girl,” Madison said as she tested the handcuffs. “Pretty secure.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Madison stepped back to look him over and couldn’t help but think how sexy he looked.
He pulled on the cuffs again. “You want to uncuff me?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Come on, Madison, get me out of these.”
Madison laughed and gave him a mischievous grin. “You know, you’ve been a little dominant in the bedroom. Always having to be the one in charge.”
He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, “Yeah, and you like it,” he shot back. “So don’t deny it.”
“Oh, I’m not denying it, but since Tara went to all this trouble, and you look so damn good lying there at my mercy, maybe I’ll leave you like this.” She cocked her head and gestured toward the overhead mirror, turning the tables on him. “You know, so I can be in charge of your pain and pleasure.”
He let loose a groan. “Jesus Christ!” Her glance left his face and took in the bulge in his jeans. She trailed her fingers along his hard thighs and toyed with his button. “You really need to stop playing with fire, Madison,” he bit out, his eyes smoldering.
“Why, when it’s so fun?” She pulled open his jeans, released his zipper and let his cock spring free. Sean’s hips jutted forward, his rock-hard erection beckoning her mouth as the yacht swayed against the dock.
As precome glistened on his crown, she said, “Oh my. You’re burning up, Sean.” Then she made a tsking sound. “And there really is only one way to extinguish these kinds of flames.” His eyes blazed with yearning as she leaned forward to run her wet tongue along the length of him.
“Fuck,” he murmured and bucked against her mouth.
Madison gave him a naughty-girl grin before she pulled
