Page 62 of Maverick

“Why?” Parker teased, running a hand up and down his thigh.

“I’m too close,” he admitted.

“Good,” Parker replied with a grin before putting her mouth over him once more. Her free hand cupped his balls, making him jerk in surprise and pleasure.

To her surprise, Maverick sat up suddenly and grabbed her arms, pulling her up his body until they were face to face. His intense blue eyes bore into her own, and she could see the hunger and desire in them.

“Ride me,” he said, his voice husky with need.

Parker’s heart raced at his demand, but she couldn’t resist. She grinned and shifted her hips, lowering herself onto Maverick’s hard cock. Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces, and Parker couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of being filled by him.

Maverick’s hands gripped her hips tightly as she began to move, riding him slowly at first and then picking up speed. Their movements were perfectly choreographed, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Maverick’s lips found hers, and their kisses became more desperate and urgent with each thrust.

As Maverick’s hand moved to her clitoris, Parker gasped at the sudden burst of pleasure that coursed through her body. Her mind went blank as her body responded to his touch, and she rode him harder and faster, chasing that elusive release.

In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, lost in their passionate connection. After reaching their orgasms together, Parker collapsed onto Maverick’s chest, smiling when his arms wrapped around her. This was the only place she wanted to be.

The next morning, she awoke to an empty bed. She knew he had to go to work but they didn’t even get to talk much last night. After the shower they shared, they went into Clifton to eat at the diner. She smiled as she remembered stopping at her apartment to check on Pumpkin…

“Hi, pretty girl,” Parker said as the kitten wound around her legs.

“Is she doing alright?” Maverick removed his hat as he entered the apartment behind her.

“Yes, she seems happy. Tess said she was in excellent shape, but she did get a flea bath.”

“What did you name her?”

“Pumpkin.”

Maverick looked at her. “I’m sorry, did you say… Pumpkin?”

“Yes, because she’s orange.”

Maverick shook his head as he sat on the sofa.

“Excuse me, but didn’t you name Blue because she’s a blue merle?”

He chuckled. “Touché.”

“Um, do you think we could introduce them? Unless you think Blue would hurt her.”

“I don’t think Blue would hurt her. I’m surprised you left her here alone.”

“You don’t have a litter box.” Parker shrugged.

“Ah, I see. Well, we’ll have to get one, I suppose.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do that if you’re not happy about it.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’ll get another one like the one I have here. It’s a self-cleaning one. I don’t have to fool with it. Best kind.”

“I’d agree with that if I knew what the hell you were talking about. Let’s head home. It’s been a long damn day.”

“Okay. Let me get her fresh water and food, then we can head out.”

After they finished in town, they headed back to his place and spent the evening cuddling on the couch, watching TV.

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