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“Grace,” he moaned when I took his cock in my hand, squeezing and stroking his hard length.

“Maverick,” I whispered breathlessly before I grabbed him and kissed him again, his taste the only thing that made me feel normal. I stroked his cock and kissed him, enjoyed the way his tongue thrust into my mouth and his hips thrust his cock against my palm.

“Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth, falling forward until he was on his back on the bed. “Grace, babe. Please.”

“I’m right here,” I told him, and kissed his mouth, his strong jaw, the solid length of his neck, and down his chest, admiring his pecs and abs with my lips and tongue and teeth. “I want you.” This level of honesty was foreign to me, but I couldn’t tell him the thing I wanted to tell him most—how I felt about him—so I showed him. “Right. Here.” I kissed the patch of hair right before his glorious length jutted forward, thick and hard and long. I gripped his cock and licked him from his balls to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, babe.”

I’d never felt so beautiful, so desired in my life. He didn’t resent my boldness, in fact he seemed to relish it. With a strong grip on his cock, I took him into my mouth, deeper and deeper until there was nowhere for him to go, and then I gulped around him.

“Fuck!” His hips bucked forward in a silent reward, and I did it again and again until his fingers played in my hair, gentle and possessive while I took him into my mouth over and over again. “Grace, sweetheart,” he moaned and panted, thrusting in slow, shallow moves.

It wasn’t enough. I needed Maverick to feel as wild, as out of control for me as I felt for him so I took him deeper, tugging his balls gently while I opened my throat and accepted another inch or two of him. I moaned and his hips thrust up again, sending him to the back of my throat. His legs went stiff, clenched tight, and I knew he was close.

“Grace,” he growled desperately, and gripped my hair in his hand, tugging me back. “Enough. I need to fuck you. Right fucking now.”

My heart stuttered at his words, and I pushed away from the bed, quickly undressing before I gripped his cock in one hand as I slowly lowered myself onto him. “Good god,” I sighed as his full length was buried deep inside me.

Maverick’s hands grasped my hips, moving me up and down his cock with the rhythm and speed he preferred. It was erotic, the way he gave me what he needed while I took what I needed. We moved together in hard strokes, fast strokes, deep strokes that made my legs quiver as his thrusts grew more erratic. “Ah, fuck, Grace. Your pussy is so wet, so tight. Perfect fucking fit.”

I couldn’t disagree, not when every upward thrust sent fireworks shooting off behind my eyes, and ten thousand volts of electricity bolted from the surface of my skin. It was heaven. It was a beautiful torture that I never wanted to end. “Maverick,” I panted as my hands landed on his chest and my hips moved to a beat only they could hear. “I’m close,” I warned him as his cock grew thicker and harder inside me.

“I know. I feel you pulsing and clenching around me. Let go, Grace. I’ve got you.”

My hips picked up speed. My desire grew exponentially. I worked myself into a sweat before I fell over the precipice, body shaking and trembling as he shouted his own pleasure.

“Fuck, Grace!” His hips pumped up and he shot his load, coating my insides with it.

My hips slowed, greedy for every inch of him as he came, but they never stopped, rolling and taking him deeper as his cock pulsed through me. “Holy shit, Mav. That was…everything.”

He grinned and palmed my tits. “You’re everything, Grace. And I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you.”

The way he felt buried deep inside me, I could agree. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want him to leave my body. “Same, Maverick.” I groaned and continued to ride his cock until he slipped free, and we fell into a sweaty and exhausted heap of limbs.

If anything more perfect in this world existed, I wasn’t sure I’d ever encountered it, because that moment with Maverick? It was the moment I knew, the moment I felt everything I’d been missing.

Everything I’d been deprived of.

Just…everything.

Chapter 33

Maverick

“This is im-fucking-possible,” I roared as I paced the length of our sanctuary, thoroughly pissed off at the lack of progress in finding Trent. “It’s unbelievable that we haven’t been able to find this son of a bitch. Why?”

“Like I told you before,” Slate began, his voice tinged with annoyance, “unless or until he rears his ugly fucking head, I can’t find him. He hasn’t used any credit or debit cards, and he hasn’t done anything that requires him to use a government issued ID. But I got some information on the missing man.”

His words stopped my pacing and my heart skidded to a stop. “What did you find?”

“Joel Stevenson. Aged thirty-two. Went missing almost seven years ago and his body was found two years ago in a shallow grave. The forensic evidence is minimal, which means they’ll need a suspect before they’ll consider testing.”

That was good news, but it wasn’t helpful. “Cause of death?”

“Looks like blunt force trauma, but nothing is public yet. Do you know if Trent or Grace are in the system? Fingerprints? DNA? Anything?”

“Doubtful, but I can ask her.” The last thing I wanted to do was dredge up old memories for her, but it had to be done. “Any suspects?”

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