CHAPTER 82

Pov: Maddison

Kissing Winston was like getting sucked into a hurricane of storm and passion and drunken desire.

I was burning up and falling apart and he was whispering sweet things to my ears. Things he said he had waited years, decades to do. Things he was dying to show me.

He kissed my lips, gentle and soft at first and then, his arms tightened around me in a way that made me safe and secure.

I was suddenly airborne.

He had lifted me in his arms and we went flying across the room and before I knew it, my back was against the soft leather of one of the long couches in the lounge area of his office.

Winston was on top of me, covering my body with his and covering me with kisses that made every nerve in my body quake and vibrate with need.

"Winston," I whispered, tugging at his crisp white shirt, fumbling with the buttons, grasping at the lapels.

"I'm here, I'm here, Maddie." His hands were bunching up my skirt and he was lying on top of me and every part of me had caught fire and bur