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Below you’ll find an exclusive extended scene set the night after Maddox’s 1000th career point—when they raised the stakes on their original bet and things got very intense.

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The Bet (Extended)

An Extended Scene from Puck You

This scene takes place between Chapters 20 and 21, after Maddox hits his 1000th point.

CASEY

Three hours.

Three hours of watching Maddox work the room at the team party. Three hours of stolen glances across crowded spaces. Three hours of Maddox’s hand finding the small of Casey’s back every time he passed, fingers pressing just hard enough to remind Casey who he belonged to.

By the time they made it back to the apartment, Casey was vibrating out of his skin.

The door clicked shut behind them.

“Strip.”

One word. That was all Maddox said. One word in that low, commanding voice that made Casey’s knees threaten to buckle.

“Here?” They were still in the entryway.

“Here. Now. Everything off.”

Casey’s hands moved before his brain caught up. Jacket. Tie. Shirt buttons, fumbling in his haste. He could feel Maddox’s eyes on him—heavy, hungry, tracking every inch of skin as it was revealed.

“Slower.”

Casey forced himself to comply. Drew out the last few buttons. Let the shirt slide off his shoulders and pool on the floor. His hands went to his belt.

“Stop.”

Casey stopped. His chest was heaving, his cock already straining against his zipper.

Maddox stepped closer. Still fully dressed—crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking like sin wrapped in designer fabric. The contrast made Casey feel exposed in the best possible way.

“Do you know what I thought about during that party?” Maddox’s finger traced Casey’s collarbone. “Every time some reporter asked about the milestone. Every time someone wanted a photo.”

“What?”

“This.” The finger trailed lower, circling one nipple. Casey’s breath caught. “Getting you home. Getting you naked. Taking you apart until you couldn’t remember anything except my name.”

“Maddox—”

“That’s the one.” A sharp pinch to his nipple made Casey gasp. “I thought about spreading you out on our bed. About making you beg. About how pretty you look when you cry.”

“I don’t—”

“You do.” Maddox’s smile was dark. “When I’ve edged you long enough, when you’re desperate and shaking and can’t take any more—you cry. And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Casey’s cock throbbed. His entire body felt like a live wire.

“Tonight,” Maddox continued, “I’m going to make you cry. I’m going to take you right to the edge, over and over, until you’re sobbing for it. And then—only then—I’m going to let you come so hard you forget your own name.”

“Fuck.”

“Eventually.” Maddox stepped back. “Finish stripping. Then get on the bed. I want you on your back, hands above your head, legs spread. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t speak unless I ask you a question.”

Casey practically tore his remaining clothes off.

MADDOX

He gave himself two minutes.

Two minutes to breathe. To center himself. To get his own raging need under control, because if he walked into that bedroom at full intensity, he’d last about thirty seconds.

And that wasn’t the plan.

The plan was to destroy Casey Quinn in the best possible way.

When Maddox finally entered the bedroom, the sight that greeted him nearly broke his resolve. Casey was on the bed, naked, skin golden in the lamplight. He was hard—God, was he hard—cock curving up toward his stomach, flushed and leaking at the tip.

And his hands were obediently at his sides.

“Good boy.”

Casey’s whole body shuddered at the words. His cock twitched visibly, a bead of precum rolling down the shaft.

“You like that.” Maddox moved closer, still fully clothed from the waist down. The power imbalance was deliberate. “Being told you’re good.”

“You know I do.”

“I know you do.” Maddox sat on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch but not touching. “I know everything about what you like, Casey. I’ve spent months learning you. Studying you. Figuring out exactly how to take you apart.”

“Then do it.”

“Patience.” Maddox let his gaze travel down Casey’s body—the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the tension in his abs, the way his thighs were already trembling with anticipation. “We’re going to play a game.”

“What game?”

“I’m going to edge you. Over and over. And you’re going to count.” Maddox reached out, one finger tracing a line from Casey’s collarbone to his navel. Casey’s breath caught. “Every time you get close—every time you feel yourself about to tip over—you tell me. Say the number. And I stop.”

“How many times?”

“Ten.” Maddox watched Casey’s eyes widen. “When you hit ten, I’ll let you come.”

“Ten? Maddox, that’s—”

“That’s the game.” His finger continued its path downward, skirting Casey’s cock entirely, tracing along his hip bone instead. “Unless you want to forfeit. Admit right now that you can’t handle it.”

Casey’s jaw tightened. Competitive to the core, even when he was naked and desperate.

“I can handle anything you give me.”

“We’ll see.” Maddox smiled. “Hands above your head. Grab the headboard. And don’t let go until I tell you.”

Casey obeyed. The position stretched his body out, put every inch of him on display. His cock lay heavy against his stomach, twitching with each breath.

Maddox drank in the sight.

Then he got to work.

CASEY

The first touch was barely anything.

Maddox’s fingertips, trailing down his arm. Across his chest. Circling one nipple without actually touching it.

Casey’s breath stuttered.

“Sensitive,” Maddox observed. “You’re already so responsive. We’ve barely started.”

“Because you’ve been teasing me all night.”

“That was foreplay. This is the main event.” Maddox’s mouth replaced his fingers, tongue flicking across Casey’s nipple. The sensation shot straight to his cock.

“Fuck—”

“Not yet.” Maddox moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment. Licking. Sucking. Then biting, just hard enough to sting.

Casey’s hips jerked involuntarily.

“Stay still.” The command was soft but firm. “You move, you lose a count.”

“That’s not fair—”

“I never said I’d be fair.” Maddox’s mouth continued its journey south, pressing kisses to Casey’s ribs, his stomach, the cut of his hips. Everywhere except where Casey needed him most.

The anticipation was maddening. Casey could feel his cock leaking, could feel the wetness smearing against his stomach every time his body twitched. And Maddox just kept going—slow, methodical, exploring Casey like they had all the time in the world.

“Please—”

“Please what?”

“Touch me. Really touch me.”

“I am touching you.” Maddox’s tongue traced the crease of Casey’s thigh. “You need to be more specific.”

“My cock.” The words came out strangled. “Please touch my cock.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Maddox’s hand wrapped around him.

Casey nearly came on the spot.

“One,” he gasped.

Maddox immediately let go.

“Good.” His voice was infuriatingly calm. “Nine more.”

Numbers two through four came in quick succession. Each time, Maddox pushed a little further. Varied his technique. A tight grip with a slow pace. A looser hold with faster strokes. Thumb circling the head while his other hand cupped Casey’s balls, rolling them gently.

Casey counted. Gasped out each number like it was being ripped from his chest. And each time Maddox stopped, he made the most delicious sounds of frustration.

By number five, Maddox’s mouth had joined his hands. By seven, Casey was crying—tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as the pleasure built and retreated, built and retreated, never quite cresting.

“You’re doing so well.” Maddox pressed a kiss to his hip. “So perfect for me. Three more. Just three more, and I’ll give you everything.”

Eight came when Maddox’s fingers pressed inside him while his mouth worked Casey’s cock. Nine came with Maddox grinding against his thigh while stroking him with a lubed fist.

By the time Casey sobbed out “Ten,” he was beyond words.

Maddox positioned himself at Casey’s entrance. Met his eyes.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too.” It came out wrecked. Barely audible. “Please—please—”

Maddox pushed in.

Casey came before he was even fully seated—the orgasm ripping through him like a wave, devastating and endless. His whole body seized, clenching around Maddox, vision whiting out as wave after wave crashed through him.

And Maddox didn’t stop.

He fucked Casey through the orgasm. Through the overstimulation. Until Casey was coming again—a second release even more intense than the first—and then Maddox followed, buried deep, both of them shaking apart together.

One hour later

The bath water was cooling, but neither of them wanted to move.

Casey was draped against Maddox’s chest, boneless and pliant. The evidence of their activities had been washed away, but the lingering effects remained—the satisfied heaviness in their limbs, the tender soreness in specific places, the profound sense of intimacy that only came from completely surrendering to another person.

“You okay?” Maddox murmured against his hair.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Casey smiled, eyes closed. “I’m perfect. I’m so fucking perfect I might actually be dead.”

“You’re not dead.”

“How do you know? Maybe this is heaven.”

“If this is heaven, it smells like lavender bath oil.”

“Exactly what heaven smells like.”

Maddox’s chest shook with silent laughter. His arms tightened around Casey, pulling him closer.

“Hey, Maddox?”

“Mm?”

“I think I won.”

“What? No.” Maddox’s voice was indignant. “You came first. You definitely lost.”

“But I came harder.” Casey grinned. “Quality over quantity.”

“That’s not how the bet works.”

“It’s how my bet works.”

“You can’t just change the rules after the fact.”

“I’m changing them right now.” Casey twisted in Maddox’s arms, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. “New rule: whoever has the most devastating orgasm wins.”

“That’s completely subjective.”

“Then we’ll need to do a lot more research.” Casey kissed him, slow and sweet. “Starting tomorrow.”

Maddox’s hands slid down his back, pulling him closer. “I could be convinced to start the research tonight.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“For you? Always.”

Casey laughed against his mouth. Outside, Chicago sprawled in all directions—millions of people going about their lives, completely unaware of the two people who’d just had the best night of their existence.

Let them stay unaware. Some things were meant to be private.

Some things were meant to be just theirs.

THE END

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