Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I couldn’t live like this forever. I couldn’t be at war with my only ally.
But I didn’t want to sleep with him to make peace.
It would make me feel like a whore.
It would be a lie to say the thought didn’t cross my mind. When we kissed at the top of the stairs, my lips were so hot, they felt like they were on fire. My lungs inhaled as much air as possible because kissing him was just so damn good.
A man had never kissed me like that before.
If he kissed that well, I imagined he could do everything else just as well.
Maybe his ego really did come from somewhere.
I was sitting in my room alone watching TV when I started to think about Maverick. Distance made the heart grow fonder, and I began to despise him less. I remembered how good he was to me during my darkest days. He held me at our wedding so I could shed a few tears for my dying father. He gripped my hand at the funeral. He comforted me when I sat in the darkness and wished I were dead. He was such a bastard…but he could be a good man too.
He wasn’t my enemy.
He was my ally.
I had no idea if he was home, but at this hour, he would be in his office or bedroom. Dinner would have finished an hour ago, so there was nowhere else he could be. I took the stairs to the third floor and approached his bedroom door, knowing I would be greeted with a demonic threat. Maverick could be the most intimidating man on the planet if you got on his bad side. That ice-cold expression would be on his face, those coffee-colored eyes full of hatred. He would probably insult me a couple of times before I could even get a single word in. He might even slam the door in my face.
I raised my fist to knock on the door, but I stopped when I heard what he was doing.
“Maverick…” A woman’s sexy voice filled the room with a moan. The sound of the creaking bed was audible a second later, along with the tap of the headboard against the wall. His pace was quick, like he was dominating that mattress, like he was conquering her. The woman’s breathing was so loud, I could hear it through the closed door. She panted louder and harder, like she was just seconds away from coming.
I should have walked away in revulsion, but I stayed. Like a creeper, I kept listening through the door, imagining how that fit man looked naked. He seemed like he was rocking her world, and now I couldn’t stop picturing it in my head. How was he fucking her? Was he on top doing all the work? Was she riding his dick up and down? Was he as big as his ego suggested?
I should leave now and stop wondering.
But I stayed. I wanted to hear him moan, hear him come. I wanted to hear him enjoy himself so I could add it to my imagination. I was attracted to him when we kissed, but now I realized how deep that lust ran.
Why else would I still be standing there?
I took it a step further and cracked open the door. My eye focused on the tiny slit I’d made, and I could see them fucking on his bed. Just as I imagined, he was on top. He had a blond woman underneath him, his muscular arms were pinned behind her knees, and he was pounding her like a man with the endurance of a racehorse. He kept giving her his entire length, hitting her until he was balls deep inside her.
Now I realized he really did have something to be arrogant about…
His chiseled body looked even sexier with a sheen of sweat, of exertion that showed how hard he pushed his body. His shoulders were more powerful bare, and his stomach tightened even further every time he thrust. With muscular legs and a tight ass, he looked like a moving sculpture. His eyes were trained on the beautiful blonde underneath, watching her tits shake up and down as he kept her in a tight ball, fucking her into the mattress as she came.
Now I couldn’t stop watching.
Her toes curled as her head rolled back, incoherent moans rising to the high ceiling. Her nails clawed at his chest, sliding past the sweat and muscle. “Yes…fuck…yes.” She arched her back, and her nipples hardened as if every single cell in her body felt the powerful pleasure.
Maverick kept going as if he wasn’t finished. The woman had clearly got her fix, but he wanted to keep fucking her anyway. Keeping his load in check so he could keep going, he continued to fuck the woman like he could last all night.