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Maverick pulls out and straightens to his full height. He stares at me before slipping the condom off his softening cock and dropping it into the trash can near his desk. As he turns away, the heat of his gaze disappears. That’s all it takes for reality to slam into me full force.

Oh god…

I just slept with the one guy my brother can’t stand.

I need to grab my clothes and get the hell out of here. Plus, it’s doubtful he wants the hookup he brought home hanging around and making things uncomfortable.

Just as I sit up and scoot to the edge of the mattress, he swivels around and grinds to a halt.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I tuck an errant strand of hair behind my ear. I’m sure it’s mussed from his fingers tunneling through it. I probably look like a disaster.

“I was going to take off.”

He shakes his head. “Now, why would you want to do a thing like that when we’re just getting started?”

9

Willow

It’s the bright stream of sunlight filtering in through the window that has me surfacing from a deep sleep full of strange dreams that feature the very sexy Maverick McKinnon. I’m almost reluctant to fully wake and leave them behind.

The moment my eyelids flutter open, I blink and realize that I’m not safely tucked in my own bed.

It’s carefully that I turn my head and stare at the sacked-out male slumbering soundly no more than a foot from where I lay.

A rush of breath escapes from me.

Apparently, those sexy dreams featuring the hot hockey player weren’t fantasies playing out after all. Memories flood my consciousness, and in an instant, the murkiness becomes crystal clear.

My eyes widen as one hand drifts to my mouth to cover it.

While I’ve had boyfriends in the past, this is the first time I’ve gone home with a virtual stranger.

For the first time after having sex, my body feels well loved by a man who understands exactly what he’s doing, teasing out all sorts of pleasure. Most of the guys I’ve been with treat me like I’m made of spun glass that could break if they don’t take the utmost care with me.

Maverick was the complete opposite.

It really is a shame that this was a onetime thing.

I wouldn’t mind experiencing that again.

It’s so tempting to roll closer and study him more thoroughly while he’s unaware of the perusal, but I’m afraid to move a single muscle.

Afraid I’ll wake him.

Last night, I’d gotten away with concealing my identity. I’m not so sure it would work in the harsh light of dawn after what happened between these very sheets.

Air leaks from my lungs as my gaze roves over every inch of exposed sun-kissed skin. Even in sleep, while fully relaxed, he’s formidable, with hard, sculpted muscles. There’s nothing soft about him.

All right, maybe that’s not true.

His lips are ridiculously plush.

And the way he’d used them to nibble at me…

When arousal pools in my core like warmed honey, I shut down that train of thought before any flickering flames can catch fire and burn the house down. I have far more pressing matters at hand than lying here and eating Maverick McKinnon up with my eyes.

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