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pulls next to my BMW and stops; none too soon, either. I open the door and nearly fall out.
    She is immediately at my side, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. “Come on.” Her voice is softer now, and it knocks me so off guard I allow her to guide me inside.
    Once in, I walk toward the stairs.
    “Billy, I bet the elevator is a better option.”
    “No. Thank you for the ride, Madison.” I open the stairway door and take in a deep breath, trying to muster up the strength and sobriety to take the four flights. “What the fuck,” I groan as I begin.
    Once at the top, I open the door and make my way down the hall to my door. I reach in my pocket and fish for my keys.
    “Try the other side,” comes from behind me.
    “Madison, it would be best if you just went home.”
    “I want to make sure you make it inside. Try the other pocket.”
    “How about you try my pocket.”
    “You are loaded.” She shakes her head as she sinks her hand in my pants. Hers eyes widen as her hand brushes against my erection.
    “Those aren’t the keys,” I comment as I sag against the door, ensuring I don’t fall over.
    Her eyes meet mine. She licks her red lips and leans in. She is going to fucking kiss me. She is going to, and there isn’t shit I am going to be able to do to stop it, because I’m drunk, hard, and right now, my brotherhood with the band doesn’t mean shit to me.
    I close my eyes, anticipating her lips touching mine, and then she pulls her hand out of my pocket.
    I don’t have a clue how it happened without me knowing, but she unlocks the door, and I feel it giving way behind me.
    I open my eyes to find her giving me the Madison Black look. The corner of her mouth is slightly turned up, her perfectly arched brow high on her forehead, and she is giving me the fuck-you look as I start falling into my apartment.
    I grab her hip and pull her right down with me.
    Her blue eyes are not so fucking smug looking now as she lies on top of me. Using every ounce of strength I have, I grip her hip and scoot farther inside before kicking the door shut behind us.
    She tries to stand, but I grip her other hip. Her lips part.
    “Is this what you want?” I grind my hips against hers.
    “I think you mean to say this is exactly what you’ve wanted for some time.”
    I can’t help chuckling. “Oh, Madison, you’ve made damn sure I’ve thought about you, and I have made damn sure to avoid every sexual innuendo or scheme you’ve conjured up in your head.”
    “Please. I was just trying to see if my gay-dar was right or wrong.”
    “You know damn well I’m not gay,” I comment, pushing the hem of her dress up with my thumbs.
    Her breath hitches when I wrap my hand around her thighs tightly. I spread her legs wide and look between them.
    “White? How virginal of you Madison, but we both know better, now don’t we?”
    Instantly, her face goes from shock right back to the Madison Black I’m used to: pissed off.
    “You gonna lie there and stare, or are you gonna do something about it?” she asks.
    I pull her up toward my face and cup her ass, lifting it and rubbing my nose across her damp, little lace. I inhale deep and cringe inwardly, thinking how fucking good she smells: clean, fresh, and—
    “Oh, God,” she moans as I rub my nose harder now and inhale deeper.
    “Smell good,” I groan.
    “What a big nose you ha—”
    I cover her with my mouth and suck, needing her to shut the fuck up.
    “Yes!” Her hips rock against my mouth as I suck harder. “Billy,” she pants out and tries to pull away.
    I look up, my mouth still on her, and I see something I like. I like it a lot.
    I push my thumb inside her panties, and her insanely long eyelashes flutter as her cheeks turn red.
    “Oh, Madison, now is not the time to feign innocence.”
    “Fuck you,” she whimpers.
    “I’m not some fucking frat boy.” I stroke her hot, wet lips. “Never had a man between your legs, have you?”
    “This is a bad—” She stops when I