Page 52 of Mine to Take

Dread pools in my belly when I hear a babble of male voices.

The distinct sound of feet pounding up the staircase has my eyes widening as I search the room, looking for a place to hide. With no other obvious options, I dive into the closet and bury myself at the back of it as the door flies open and Maverick bursts into the room.

Oh, shit.

Is he onto me?

Does he know I’m here?

Did Hayes tell him?

Air gets wedged in my lungs until I’m on the verge of passing out.

The closet door is open half a dozen inches. It’s just enough for me to watch him pause near his desk before reaching down for something on the side of it.

Air leaks from my lungs as he swings around and moves back toward the hallway.

Before he can take another step, he pauses and searches the room with narrowed eyes. His brows pinch as he sniffs the air and makes a second visual sweep of the space before shaking his head.

I wince.

It never occurred to me not to wear perfume.

That was a rookie mistake.

I’d make a terrible spy.

Just when I expect him to leave, he swears under his breath and tosses whatever he’d picked up onto the bed.

Oh god…he knows I’m here. I’m about to be busted.

I’d squeeze my eyes tightly shut, but I can’t stop staring at him.

My mouth tumbles open when he drags down the front of his gray sweatpants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free.

My heart skips a painful beat as he palms the thick erection.

What the hell is happening here?

There’s no way he’s going to…to…

As soon as those thoughts circle through my brain, his grip tightens around the girth and he hisses out a sharp breath.

Holy crap, yes, he is.

He is most definitely going to?—

The harsh sound that falls from his lips is all it takes to have my panties flooding with arousal. From my position in the closet, I have the perfect view.

As he strokes his hard length, his eyelids flutter closed and his head tips back, revealing the thickly corded muscles of his throat.

My mouth turns cottony as my clit throbs with awareness.

I don’t realize that my hand has slipped beneath the band of my leggings and panties until my fingertips brush across the top of my slit and a gasp escapes from me.

That first slide feels so damn good.

Although not nearly as amazing as when he was the one playing with my body.

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