Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
My eyes were locked on to his beautiful brown eyes, and my entire body was on fire. I could come a million more times if he lasted that long, but I’d already enjoyed myself plenty of times to get through the night. My nails clawed at his muscular torso, and I got off on watching his perfect body work to fuck me.
His muscular arms were pinned behind my knees, and his strong back arched to pound into me at an ideal pace, kissing my clit with his hard stomach and then doing it again just a second later. His enormous dick buried itself deep inside me every time, hitting the perfect spot like a finger to a button. He kept tapping it over and over again, making my body convulse in euphoria.
He’d worked long enough to please me, and it was time for him to reap his reward. I grabbed his hips and directed his pace. “Your turn…” I bit my bottom lip as I guided him back and forward, forcing him to slow and down and finish. He thickened slightly inside me, his dick pressing hard against every side of my channel and giving it a final stretch before he released.
His body relaxed before the final shudder, the final bucks of his hips that were accompanied by a sexy moan that filled the bedroom. It was the sexiest noise he’d ever made, a masculine hum that complemented the dark furniture and deep tones of his bedroom. He rested his forehead against mine as he finished filling the tip of the condom, his chest more beautiful when it was covered with a shiny gleam of sweat.
My hands moved to his ass, and I gripped both cheeks just as he did to me.
He smiled slightly before he pulled out of me and walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
I’d considered asking him to stop wearing condoms altogether. I’d been on the pill for a long time, and I didn’t see the point in wearing something if we were both clean. But if we wanted to do that, it would mean monogamy. It seemed like Maverick was already in that place, but what if he wasn’t? What if I pushed for more and got his rejection instead? I decided to let him make the decision when he was ready.
My eyes felt heavy because it was already after one in the morning. It’d been such a long night, but so deeply magical that I wouldn’t change anything. I sang my heart out at the opera, having no idea that my husband was sitting in the audience watching me.
Maverick came to bed, turned off the light, and then got under the covers with me.
I knew he wasn’t on speaking terms with his father, but I expected Maverick to figure out what I’d done eventually. He hadn’t mentioned it, so I assumed Caspian had kept that information to himself.
What would Maverick think once he found out?
He pressed his hard chest against my back and wrapped his arm around my waist. His face rested against the back of my neck, his nose buried in my hair. The darkness surrounded us both, our bodies warm in the luxurious bed.
I was so tired, but I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to stay there forever, to live in the moment. Wordlessly, we snuggled together, his fingers resting against my left hand where my wedding ring sat on my finger. I’d gotten so used to his bed that I never wanted to sleep in mine alone.
There was never a more comfortable place other than the one right here—next to him.
10
Maverick
“You’re so pussy-whipped.”
I sat at my desk in the office across the hall from my bedroom. With a cigar in my mouth and my laptop in front of me, I worked while Kent talked on speakerphone. “I’m pussy-whipped, but not in the way you’re suggesting.”
“I disagree. You’re so hung up on her.”
“I am married to her…”
Kent chuckled. “Man, I remember when you told me you didn’t give a damn about her. It would be easier if she got hit by a car and died or something.”
Hearing that sentiment repeated back to me made me sick. It was hard to believe I’d said those words—and meant them. But now, I didn’t want anything bad to ever happen to her. She wasn’t a burden in my life. She was the one thing I looked forward to the most. “Things change.”
“Which is why I’m saying you’re pussy-whipped.”
“I wouldn’t take it that far. I’ve always been obsessed with pussy.”
“But you’re obsessed with just one, specifically.”
“Whatever. My libido is the same.” I took a puff and let the smoke float from my mouth. It was midafternoon, a little early for a cigar, but the urge had hit me. “What happened with your lady?”
“We humped, then she left.”