The Do Over

When we pulled into my parking space, I looked over at Dani. I didn't want our weekend to end just yet. It was still too soon. I got out of the car, walked around, and opened her door. As she got out, I caged her in and placed my hands on her hips. Leaning into my hold, she brought her hands up to my chest, laying them over my beating heart.

"Hmmm, Lieutenant Lucas, you're not letting me get out of the car?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"This car has so many good memories," I said, brushing my lips against hers.

"Yes, it does."

She wrapped her arms around me and laid her head against my chest. I was sure she could feel my heart racing.

I tucked her hair behind her ears and caressed her face with my hand. I grazed my lips over hers. "Stay with me tonight."

"I want to, but—"

I didn't let her finish her thought as my tongue toyed with her lower lip. "Stay with me."

She opened her mouth for me.

As I led her to my apartment, I pulled back just enough from her to unlock the door.

"Are you going to let me sleep? You know I have patients tomorrow," she protested.

As we entered my apartment, her mouth was on mine as her hands worked on untucking my shirt.

"I'll make sure you sleep really well," I assured her.

I started to undress her, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor. She had nothing on but her bra and thong.

"I doubt that," she said, pushing slightly back. "I don't want to leave, but—"

"But nothing. Stay with me."

As I lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around me. When I smacked her ass, I was sure it left a slight sting. She gasped, her eyes lit up, and her smile made my heart skip a beat. As I walked her to my room, she cupped my face with her hands while her lips teased my mouth. I was hungry for the taste of her lips and for her tongue to be in my mouth. When I leaned in, she pulled her mouth back.

"Tell me you love me," she panted.

"I love you, baby."

Then, I possessed her mouth. I laid her on my bed under me. I held her hands over her head as I began kissing her arms. She writhed under my touch, arching her back. I nipped the shell of her ear as I trailed my hands gently down her arms. Resting them over her breasts, my fingers flicked and kneaded her nipples. She let out a soft moan, and my dick throbbed at the sound of her. My pants were too tight. I pressed myself against her, trying to find some relief. I needed to be inside her.

"Liam, I need you…please…" she mumbled. Her eyes were closed, and her hips were begging for attention.

Slowly, I brought my lips down her neck and traced chin, then following a path to her pebbled nipple. My hand swept over her stomach, and I ran my fingers under the seam of her thong as I shimmied it down her legs. As her body quivered, my dick pulsed and begged for her. At that moment, I was pretty confident that Dani, my dick, and I loved each other in the correct proportions. We needed each other.

Leaning over toward my nightstand, I opened the drawer with one hand while the other slid down between her legs. "Baby, I love how turned on you are." I pulled out a condom.

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as I ripped open the condom with my teeth.

"Give me that. I want to put it on you," she said with a seductive grin. She sat up and pulled down my boxers. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, biting her lower lip, as she began to slowly unroll the condom over my dick. She grabbed me with both hands and gently squeezed.

I could barely keep it together. "Baby, that feels so good."

She started inching back as she spread her legs for me. "Show me how much you love me," she mumbled between short breaths.

I pressed my dick against her, and then I f*cking slid right in. Shit, she feels amazing. She was so hot and wet. "I love ya…baby…oh god, you feel so good."

We started moving together, deep and steady at first. She was wrapped so tight around me.

"You feel like a glove made just for me. You're perfect."

"Fast and hard, Liam. I want you fast and hard."

Picking up the pace, I thrust my dick inside of her, fast and hard. The sounds she was making were driving me f*cking insane. Shit. My dick was throbbing, and I could feel her contracting.

I moaned. "Come for me. That's it, baby."

Her body started to tremble as she whimpered. I couldn't stop. Her nails dug into my back. She arched into me and threw her head back. I lost it and came, calling out her name and maybe a profanity, too. F*ck. She felt amazing.

I kissed her mouth and collapsed next to her. My face nuzzled into her neck. I rolled over as we tried to catch our breaths. I laced my fingers around hers and held her hand before I cleaned up.

I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and jogged down to my car to get the bags we'd left in the back. When I came back upstairs, I locked the door behind me. I tossed my keys on the counter and walked into my room. She was nestled nicely under my covers. I sat next to her on the bed, running my fingers through her hair. She purred.

"Baby, I have drills tomorrow, so I have to leave early, but I want you to sleep in. I'm going to leave the key here on the nightstand."

"Okay, where do you want me to put it after I leave?" she asked groggily.

"I want you to leave it on your keychain. I want you to have it."

She shifted and sat up as though I had thrown a bucket of cold water on her. "Liam, what? This is too fast."

"Stop complicating things. It's just a key. I'm putting it on your keychain."

I kissed her lips, and she lay back down. I crawled under the covers and held her as we both fell asleep.





Beep, beep, beep, beep. I rolled over, lying on a cool spot on the bed, and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. It was five o'clock in the f*cking morning. What the hell possessed me to drink this part of the Madison-Stuart-Castrate-Rick Kool-Aid? Yeah, I knew why I was doing this. My head crashed back against the pillow. I ran my hand along the empty stretch of bed. It was to have those damned brown eyes and sweet ass next to me. My mornings should include a wake-me-up quickie, not some godforsaken run. My dick agreed with me.

I dreamed of the day when I'd actually wake up with Daniela instead of thinking about her. I'd lost track of how many times I'd f*cking jerked off to the memory of Daniela's damn body—her mouth, her tits, and her sweet p-ssy—trembling under mine as she came. Right now, I wanted to slide my dick into her mouth. She'd always given the most amazing head. Damn it. I needed to f*ck her and f*ck her hard.

I slid my hand under the covers. Shit. My dick was f*cking hard. I closed my eyes as I stroked myself. I pictured her on her knees, looking at my dick with her wild eyes, as she pulled her hair back before she licked her lips and lowered them over me. What is it about the f*cking way she licked her lips? I rocked my hips as I gripped my dick tighter, sliding my hand—

Beep, beep, beep, beep. F*ck. I hated Madison more than I'd ever hated anyone in my life. Before I could get back to my fantasy, my phone rang. What the f*ck? My dick was throbbing, my phone was ringing, and I was pissed.

"You better have a f*cking good reason for calling me right now," I said, answering her damned call.

"Good morning. I love you, too. Now, tell me, were you raised by wolves or something? Manners go a long way. When someone who's helping you calls in the morning, you say good morning."

"Good morning. I hate you," I said, my voice thick with sleep and frustration. I sat up on the edge of the bed in my darkened room. Bending over, I rubbed my free hand across my eyes. "You're f*cking lucky I even answered the phone."

"Hmmm, you stopped to answer the phone," she said, sounding satisfied and maybe a little victorious.

How does she know?

"Babe, I don't have to do any of this. You can go back to sleep or jerk off in bed, the shower, or wherever the hell you want. I think we both agree that your dick doesn't belong in your hand. I can hang up and go on with my life. I don't need to carry your sorry ass around, trying to help you with your goals. I'm focused. Are you? You have twenty minutes to get over here, or I'm leaving without you."

"Maddy, babe, take it down a notch. I just f*cking woke up. Cut me a little slack." I stretched and felt my dick. "Trust me, if you were here right now, we wouldn't be having this conversation. When my eyes are fully opened and I'm not half-comatose with a throbbing dick in my hand, then I'll be focused."

"Take a cold shower. The clock is ticking." She hung up.

I just looked at my phone. I hoped Daniela would appreciate the lengths I was going to for her.

After a quick cold shower and a short drive later, I pulled up to Madison's building as she was walking out. She climbed into the car, threw her bag in the backseat, and didn't say a word as she crossed her arms over her sports bra.

"Um, good morning," I said sarcastically. "Look who was raised by wolves."

She glanced at me with a deadly look and then looked straight ahead. "Consider yourself fortunate that I like you. If not, I wouldn't bother with your bullshit."

I shook my head. Madison took mood swings to the next level.

I nudged her. "I'm one lucky bastard that you like me. I consider myself honored and privileged to be a student of the Madison Stuart School of Etiquette. You're my guru, and I seek your wisdom. Please bestow the secrets of happiness upon me, so that I might win the heart of the woman I love."

She lowered the sunglasses that were resting on top of her head. "That's better. You should bestow the respect I deserve upon me. Now, let's go. We have a lot to do. From now on, go to sleep earlier. Next time, I want you waiting for me. I don't want to have to call you. Do you hear me?"

This was an attitude that Madison could carry being fully clothed with her hair falling softly on the sides of her face. I was sure that when she was naked, she probably whipped men into complete submission. Now, showing off that hot, sexy body of hers in a ponytail, sports bra, and tiny shorts, Madison had to work on being convincing.

"Are you always this high-maintenance?"

She shifted in her seat as she raised her eyebrow. "Did you ever see the movie The Karate Kid? Not the Jaden Smith version. The original one with Mr. Miyagi?"

"Don't tell me that part of your plan involves me waxing your car and painting a fence."

"Rick, please."

She reached over and grabbed the hand I had resting on the gearshift. Turning it over, she traced her finger along my palm. I glanced into her eyes for a brief moment and grinned.

Looking down, she said, "I know these pretty hands of yours have never seen a day of hard work. There are certain lessons you need to learn in life, especially when it comes to women. By the time you graduate, I will have broken you of your selfish ways." Dropping my hand, she straightened her shoulders as she rested in the seat.

I looked over at her. "Can I have one selfish thing?"

When she cocked her head in my direction. I couldn't help but smile. I liked her little sadistic attitude. It was becoming of her. "I hate waking up at five f*cking o'clock in the morning to that damn beeping sound. I need a wake-up call. Since you're up, and apparently a morning person, call me. Deal?"

"You can always change your ringtone, but whatever. I'm reasonable. I'll call. You better have a major attitude adjustment and say good morning."


Madison had kicked my ass on the run, not that I let on. Although I gave Madison a hard time, at the end of the day, the woman came through for me. She had even brought an extra bottle of water for me. These little things made me feel like a selfish piece of shit. I needed to do something nice for her to say thank you. My mother had raised me well, contrary to what Madison believed.

On the drive back to her apartment, we discussed the next step, which included more morning runs and cutting out processed foods. What the f*ck? Although I couldn't figure out Madison's method or her madness, so far, it was working.



I showered, shaved, and pulled out my Dolce & Gabbana martini wool and silk charcoal suit, white Kiton button-down shirt, and my favorite Hugo Boss black loafers. I'd decided to skip the tie today. Looking in the mirror, I squeezed a little gel in my hands and ran them through my hair. I looked and felt like a million bucks. Maddy might be right about this morning-run bullshit.

When I got in the car, I called Jorge. He was the florist my family had been using for years.

"Jorge, buenos dias." I made sure to say good morning. Madison would be so proud. "It's Rick Marin. I need an arrangement. Something that says thank you."

"Buenos dias, Señor Marin. Is this personal or business?"

"A little of both, but keep it simple. The card should read, 'Maddy, let me thank you properly. Dinner at Perricone's. I'll pick you up at seven. Rick.' Deliver it to Madison Stuart at Martini Bar on Brickell before noon."

When my phone buzzes a couple hours later, I see I have a text from Madison.

Maddy: I see you're learning some manners. Thank you for the flowers.

Rick: I learn from the best.

Maddy: Working late tonight.

Rick: You have to eat.

Maddy: Short notice. Another time.

Rick: I'll bring it to you. Tell me what you want, or I'm ordering for you.

Maddy: Surprise me.

I ordered the Fiocchi Gorgonzola for Maddy and a medium-rare filet mignon with a marinated portobello mushroom for me. When I told them to deliver it at seven, the idiot on the phone gave me a hard time about the delivery. I knew they offered the service because I'd ordered from them often and had it delivered to my apartment. Apparently, if they had to cross the f*cking street, it was an issue. Do they f*cking expect me to shell out eighty bucks and carry the damned food myself? The service in this town was horrible. After I talked to the manager, the problem was solved.

I pulled into the valet at Martini Bar early. As usual, I figured I'd have a drink to relax while she made me wait. When I went up to the bar, a*shole Bruce smirked at me. What the f*ck is his problem?

"Hello, Bruce. I'll have a—"

He turned around and walked away before I could order. Again, this was another example of the horrible service in this town. I pulled out my phone and sent Maddy a text.

Rick: I'm here. You need to fire Bruce.

Maddy: You're early.

Rick: Couldn't stay away.

Maddy: Stop with the bullshit. I'm not Daniela.

Rick: I'm practicing.

Maddy: F*ck you.

Rick: You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Maddy: In your dreams.

Rick: And you'd love it.

Bruce returned with a bottled water. "Madison says that you can only have water. If you have a problem with that, take it up with her."

I hoped he wasn't expecting a tip.

Rick: Water?

Maddy: Good for you.

Rick: Fire Bruce.

Maddy: He follows orders. He stays. You can go.

Rick: You're hot when you get feisty.

I sat down on the stool and just stared at the bottle. Bruce didn't even bring me a Perrier or Pellegrino. No, he brought me a plastic nondescript bottle. If the cap weren't sealed, I'd have put money on him just filling it with tap water and charging me for a bottle.

Madison was out of control. I'd let her have this because I was a dick to her today, but I had to somehow put a stop to her need for leading me around like I was on some f*cking leash.

I took a swig of my water. Looking to my right, I saw Chris walk into the bar with none other than my best friend, Liam. Motherf*cker. I wondered what that f*cking boy scout was doing out on a Tuesday night. Chris saw me through the crowd and headed in my direction.

"Hey, how's it going?" I said as Chris and I shook hands. Then, I shook Liam's. As we walked over to an empty table, I asked, "What brings you boys out tonight?"

"Lucas, here, is going to read me the riot act about respecting his privacy and not talking about his sex life," Chris said.

When Liam glared at him, Chris shut up.

"What are you drinking?" Liam asked.

I knew I looked like a p-ssy with my damned plastic bottle of water in a f*cking bar. I considered having Liam sneak me a drink, but I was somehow scared of pissing off Madison. I decided to play by her f*cking rules. Tonight.

"I'm fine," I said before I gulped down my water.

"I'll take a beer," Chris said.

As Liam walked off to talk to Bruce, Chris faced me. "I love him like a brother, but he really needs to lighten up."

"This sounds interesting."

It really did. I had never been into gossip, much less as a grown man, but this was different. Any information I could pilfer out of Chris would be priceless to me. I peeled off the label from the plastic bottle while Chris eagerly started to talk.

"My girl, Macy…well, she's not officially my girl. We have an understanding. Anyhow, she's best friends with Liam's girl."

"Chris, get to the point. No need for genealogy. Move it along." I had zero tolerance for babbling. I picked up my plastic bottle of water to finish it off.

"Liam and Dani finally had sex," Chris said, shrugging his shoulders.

I choked on the water going down my windpipe.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said between gasps and coughs. "Just went down the wrong pipe. What do mean by finally?"

"Apparently, Dani dated this real motherf*cker before Liam. He dumped her ass like yesterday's trash, and she hadn't had sex since then. Can you believe that?"

As Liam walked back with a couple of beers and another f*cking plastic bottle of water, Chris hushed quickly, and I composed my coughing fit.

"Hey, are you okay? Try lifting your arms," Liam said as he distributed the drinks.

I waved him off, letting him know that I was fine. I just wanted to rip off his motherf*cking head for f*cking Daniela. I didn't know what I'd thought they were doing. Of course, they're having sex. Although I didn't want to know about it, there was something sweet about discovering that she hadn't slept with anyone for a very long time after me.

Picking up my plastic bottle of water, I took a swig. I was developing a love/hate relationship with Madison. With that thought, I felt hands slide around my waist as a head rested on my shoulder.

"Where's my dinner? I'm hungry," Madison said.

I was still pissed about the water. While I typically hated being handled while I was wearing certain shirts, for some very peculiar and unknown reason, I didn't mind Madison's violation of my personal space. I looked down at my watch. It wasn't seven yet, and she knew it.

"Hello, Chris," she said. She slowly slid her hands off of me and then walked to his side of the table. "And who is this?"

Madison was great. She knew who the f*ck he was. She was quickly earning the position of my favorite person. I might forgive her damned plastic bottled water.

"Liam Lucas. It's nice to meet you." He extended his hand. "And you are?"

F*ck, the a*shole has manners, too. I was never going to live this one down.

"May I call you Liam?" she asked coyly as he nodded. "Madison Stuart, but you can call me Maddy."

She was trying to f*cking piss me off. No one called her Maddy but me, and that motherf*cker sure as hell wasn't going to call her that.

"So, Liam, I've never seen you around here."

"Just having a drink with my buddy, um…friends here." He smiled and then took a swig of his beer.

I didn't care for beer. It wasn't my drink, but right now, I wanted it. That motherf*cker had Daniela's p-ssy, Madison's f*cking attention, and a beer. As I crushed my empty plastic bottle, Madison's eyes flashed over to mine.

Then, she shifted her attention back to her prey. "If there's anything you need, please let me know. I want to make sure you're well taken care of." She looked over at me again. "I'll be in my office. When dinner gets here, just bring it over."

We were definitely having a talk.

Liam sat down next to Chris. Both of them were drinking beers. I sat across from them, still gripping my crushed plastic bottle. I supposed Liam could be considered an attractive man, that is, if a person was into men. Who the hell dresses the guy? He looked like he shopped at the Gap or something generic like that. Although I'd never actually been in one of those stores, I'd seen the commercials.

I had no idea what the f*ck Chris and Liam were talking about. They weren't talking quietly or ignoring me. I was just f*cking pissed off at Madison. The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I got. This was a golden opportunity for me to find out information. Instead, I had a f*cking empty plastic bottle of water and her little f*cking mind game in my head.

When our dinner arrived, I excused myself. I weaved through the crowd and then headed down the corridor to Madison's office. As I stood outside the door, I cleared my head. My single purpose right now was to do whatever it took to win Daniela back. If that meant jumping through Madison's hoops, I would do it. Now remembering my goal, I knocked.

"Come in."

When I opened the door, she looked up at me from behind her desk. Rubbing her chin with her fingers, she motioned me to her desk.

"You can set the food here and pull up a chair."

Never taking my eyes off of hers, I did as I was told. This was a f*cking standoff to see which of us would win. Then, I saw the flowers sitting on the corner of her desk. Jorge did a great job. It wasn't an overstated arrangement. It was perfect with a blend of roses and other flowers in muted fall colors. It reminded me of how much she had done for me so far, so I decided, I'd let her have this one—this time.

I sat down in the chair across from her.

"The food smells great. What did you bring me?" she said, sitting up. She curiously rummaged through the bags and then sat back.

"Pasta for you and steak for me," I said, looking at the bags.

Does she expect me to unpack the bags and serve her? She looked at me, amused. She did expect that. I hesitated for a moment. Giving in, I got up and set out the containers. When she pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle of Merlot, I smiled.

"You need to trust me," she said as she poured the wine. "How unexpected that the unsuspecting enemy would show up here tonight." She placed the bottle on the desk and sat down in her chair. "I'd f*ck him in a heartbeat."

I held my response, trying to ignore the strangling feeling in my gut. As I set the food before us, I said, "Bon appétit."

She eyed my plate, licking her lips. As she played with her pasta, she glanced over at my plate again. "That smells really great."

"Yours looks good, too."

I cut into my steak and brought it to my mouth as she stared at the piece of meat. Looking at her, I toyed with the piece of filet on my fork. This is almost too easy. "Maddy," I said in a husky voice, "do you want to taste my meat?"

Her mouth opened, and then she grinned, biting her lower lip. My pants got tight as I watched her eyes go from a crystal blue to a smoldering gray.

"Yes." She licked her lower lip, not taking her eyes off of the meat on the end of my fork.

"Come and get it." Keeping the fork in front of me, I eyed the steak and then looked at her.

Pushing her chair back, she moved her plate to the side and then leaned over her desk. Her eyes glanced at the meat and then met mine. She lowered her mouth, inhaled the smell, and pulled the steak off of my fork with her teeth. As she slid back into her chair, she wiped her mouth with her napkin.

Yeah, I had a full-fledge hard-on.

"So, tell me, did you learn anything from Chris?" she asked as she brought the pasta to her mouth.

Madison's focus was amazing. I watched as she opened her mouth slowly and wrapped her lips around the pasta. My dick throbbed in my pants. She was such a tease, a motherf*cking focused tease.

"Daniela is f*cking Liam, but get this…" I took a sip of the wine. "Mmm, very nice." I tipped my glass to her. "I was Daniela's last."

"So, either being with you left her high and dry or you were f*cking amazing in bed."

"It's probably a combination of the two, but I'd venture to say that it has more to do with the latter."

"Of course you would. This is good information we can work with."

"And, for the record, no one calls you Maddy but me."