Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“That is rather presumptuous to assume I’d get that big,” she admitted.
Brock leveled a look on her that made my skin crawl. “Let’s be honest with ourselves here, Maven. You don’t do anything by halves.”
Maven pushed herself off the door, then turned her back on the man.
Without another word, she left the interrogation room.
I met her in the hallway and pulled her into my arms.
“What now?” she asked.
“Now we charge him for not one kidnapping, but two,” I heard Evador’s voice behind me. “This is going to be a shit storm. Do you have any idea which senator he was talking about?”
Assman came up, offering up an iPad.
“Senator Wallace.” Assman handed it over. “He’s a bulldog. This is going to be the biggest news story in the world by the time this is over.”
Maven all but crawled into my skin as she said, “Freakin’ awesome.”
Twenty minutes later, we were two-thirds of the drive home, when she finally broke the silence.
“I don’t know if I can continue to be called Maven,” she mused.
I ran my fingers through her long hair, snagging on curl after curl.
She pulled it away from me with a laugh.
“Do you want to go by Marina?” I asked.
She bit her lip. “I don’t know.”
I caught her hand in mine and said, “I’ll call you whatever you want, as long as you’re clear on whose last name you’ll have, sunshine.”
She threw her head back and laughed.
“You have to ask me, first, Auden.”
I winked at her. “I have to get through some brothers first. Then I’ll ask.”
I know my passport that’s sitting in my drawer is confused as hell. Soon, little one, soon.
—Text from Maven to Athena regarding their next vacation
MAVEN
I should’ve known what would happen when I was wet and naked, and he’d just gotten home from work.
It had to be the police uniform that caught my eye, though, because I must’ve given him some sort of look.
Despite him just getting home and having zero sleep yet still needing to be at work in less than an hour, and me having to be at work to start the pastries in less than ten minutes, I didn’t protest when he spun me around and bent me over the bathroom counter.
“Auden,” I halfheartedly protested. “We can’t…”
We totally could.
I owned my own business. And he was an adult. If he wanted to go without sleep, who was I to tell him he couldn’t?
“We can,” he disagreed. “In fact, I have plenty of time, and you’re always late. People know not to show up at your bakery on time.”
That was the truth.
At least, lately.
If I was being honest, I wanted it.
I wanted it bad.
I hadn’t seen him in almost forty-eight hours.
I’d gone to work early two mornings ago in an attempt to get some work done that needed done weeks ago. Work I’d neglected thanks to the media firestorm that was my ‘father’ forcing me to stay put and avoid crowds. Auden had been on shift, and I hadn’t seen him before I’d left. Then when I’d gotten back, he’d been asleep. Then I’d had a doctor appointment, and when I’d come back, he was gone for his shift.
And we’d played this back and forth game for what felt like forever.
Even now, I was needing to go, yet my body said ‘When in Rome!’
I heard the telltale sigh of his zipper making its way down.
My toes curled in the plush carpet of our bathmat.
His cock pushed against my ass, and I squealed. “That’s definitely my asshole, Auden.”
He chuckled. “What if that’s where I want it?”
I paused, my breathing picking up, and said, “Well, that’s fine for some other session when we have time to prepare. But we most definitely don’t have that time today.”
I mean, nothing had ever gone in my ass before, and I felt strongly something like that needed plenty of time for me to work up to. Oh, and gain the courage to allow it.
Because the thought of having his massive cock in my tiny little…
He shifted his cock and filled me.
I cried out in surprise, almost ecstatic when he shoved his fat cock home.
Which, of course, is when the front door opened and Garrett called out, “Maven? Did I catch you before you left?”
A small gasp left my lips before Auden’s hand came over my mouth.
“Don’t,” he whispered against my ear as I felt him reach out and catch the door to the bathroom. “Fuck, baby. Don’t say anything.”
The quiet click of the door shutting felt like a gunshot blast in the quiet room.
Not once did he stop thrusting, either.
So smooth and slick, I felt like I was about to die.
Still wet from the shower, my hair a sopping mess between our bodies, I leaned backward as far as I could with the position we were in.
He kept his hand in place, but bent down so that his mouth was muffled, too, and groaned against my skin.