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Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink and her lips lifted into a small smile. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Did you intend to kiss me back or did you do it because you felt like you had to?” I needed to hear her say the words.

She blushed and smiled even harder. “I did. It was the best kiss I have ever had, Maverick.” The way she looked up at me with swollen pink lips shiny from our kisses, pupils dilated, and a racing pulse in the base of her neck, had my cock standing up to take notice.

Her words sank in and again, all I wanted was to beat the shit out of her ex. “Second best kiss,” I told her, and bent to touch my lips to hers again because it’s all I wanted to do.

This kiss was different. It was hotter and more intense, and holy fuck I couldn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t stop my hands when they grasped her waist and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, lips still fused together as my hands took a tour of her curves. Her tits were perfect and perfectly heavy, and my hands itched to touch them, so I did.

A guttural sound escaped from Grace’s mouth, and I swallowed it down, sliding my hands under her shirt to pinch her nipples over her bra. She arched into my touch, and I took the chance that she was in tune with her body and wanted this too. I freed her tits, massaging them and squeezing her nipples.

“Oh god!” She tore her lips from mine and her head fell back with another moan.

I smiled. When was the last time a woman was this fucking responsive to me? Her nipples were hard peaks, and I lifted the shirt over her head, taking one of the pink nubs between my lips, flicking my tongue against one and then the other. Her skin was soft and smooth, and every touch made her hotter and hotter.

She groaned as her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me right at her tits while she arched into me.

I slipped a free hand into her pants and underwear, finding her pussy hot and wet and swollen as fuck. I pulled away and stared at her. “You’re so fucking wet.”

She smiled, blushed a furious shade of red, and shrugged. “You’re touching me,” she said breathlessly, as though that were explanation enough. “Is it too wet?”

“No such thing, sweetheart.” I slipped one finger deep and her head fell back with an erotic groan. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

She nodded. “That’s. Good. Really, really good. Oh!” Her hips bucked forward, and her head dropped against my chest. “Maverick, oh my god!”

I added a second finger to her tight pussy, using my thumb to circle her clit as I found her tits with my mouth once again. Seconds later she pulsed around me in powerful convulsions, her hands gripping my biceps as her orgasm exploded out of her.

She was stunning with her flushed cheeks, her wide eyes, shocked as aftershocks rocked her body. “That was…I don’t know,” she said, and shook her head. “I’ve only ever come like that by myself.”

At that bit of intel, my cock grew even harder, hungry to feel that tight cunt clench around me. “I’m going to track him down and kill him,” I promised.

Grace froze and then laughter spilled from her lips. “Don’t. This, experiencing this and enjoying it, is the best revenge.” She let out another shaky sigh and then laughed as a shiver shook her body. “Maverick. Thank you.”

I frowned, which was fucked up because if any other woman had thanked me for an orgasm, I’d offer her another. “Thank you,” I said instead, hissing out a breath when the back of her hand brushed back and forth against my painful erection. I gripped her wrist to stop the torture.

She gasped and looked at me. “You don’t want me to?”

“So fucking much,” I growled like the wild animal I felt like in that moment. “But I want you to when you want to. When your panties are soaked from nothing but the thought of touching my cock, tasting it. I want you to touch me because the ache between your sweet thighs is too much to bear and my cock is the only thing that will relieve that ache.”

She gasped, her mouth open and her eyes wide as she nodded. “Wow.”

I smiled and gripped the back of her head, kissing her with a ferocity that was foreign to me where women were concerned. “Just think about it, and when you get that feeling, Grace, you know where to find me.”

“Pretty sure I won’t think of anything but those dirty words.”

“Good.” I laughed and freed my fingers from her pussy. “Thanks for dinner,” I whispered before sliding my pussy-soaked fingers in my mouth. “And dessert.”

“Oh. My. God.” She buried her face in her hands and shook her head. “So dirty.”

“You don’t like it?” I asked sincerely.

She shook her head and then nodded. “No, I think I do like it.” The realization and the answering smile took up too much space in my mind until I drifted off to sleep, dreaming about her naked body riding my cock and my face and my hand until she was limp and satisfied.

I couldn’t fucking wait to make that dream a reality.

Chapter 22

Grace

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