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I snort.

Yeah, that’s not going to happen.

Ever.

10

Maverick

A raised voice from somewhere in the house jolts me from a sound sleep.

Damn, I haven’t slept that well since?—

That’s the moment everything from last night slams into me with the force of a two by four.

The blonde from the game I couldn’t stop staring at.

The very same one who ended up warming my bed last night.

My cock stirs at the idea of sinking inside her sweet heat again.

Fuck, but she’d been good.

And tight.

So damn tight.

The way her pussy had clenched around my dick had been nothing short of amazing.

No…it was better than that.

And I know the perfect way to start my day…

My morning wood is alive and well as I turn over.

Only to find the mattress empty.

With a frown, my fingers drift over the sheets. They’re cool to the touch, which probably means she hasn’t just stepped out to use the bathroom.

Well, hell.

My boner deflates.

Under normal circumstances, it’s a relief when a one-night stand shows herself to the door the morning after.

This time, however?

I’m left feeling irritated.

Maybe even a little hurt.

Which doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.

I roll from the bed and grab a T-shirt from the dresser before rummaging through another drawer for underwear and hauling them up my legs. Once I’ve found a pair of sweatpants, I head downstairs. It’s not like I think she’ll be lingering, but…

I want to make sure.

My heart sinks when I find the living room empty.

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