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The back of her head slammed into the mattress as her body arched. Her stomach coiled as if Maverick controlled her every move.

In a gradual wave, she grew tighter, warmer, and greedier until she fell over the edge. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out her release. She grabbed the top of his head, yanking his hair as her body spasmed over and over.

His thumb slowed, softly caressing. His warm breath covered her sex as he stayed between her legs.

Her body trembled, weak and exhausted. She lifted her head and stared at Maverick in the glow of the light on the nightstand. He'd taken and given her something she should never want from him, but she'd wanted him. She still wanted him.

He'd given her something beautiful, and as she came down from her orgasm, she understood it wasn't the first thing he'd given her. She had Skye.

She swallowed. "Thank—"

"Not done."

Deep down, she knew he'd want more. Afraid by the end of the night, he'd kill her with the way he wanted her, she inhaled deeply and hoped she had the strength to survive.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Maverick fisted his cock. He refused to take time and round up a condom. There was an unused box around here somewhere. But he knew Brooke was on pills to prevent pregnancy. She kept them in the kitchen cabinet where Skye couldn't get into them—along with Children's Tylenol.

Brooke sucked in her bottom lip, and her brows pinched together. If she prepared herself for pain or for him to change his mind, she was worrying about nothing.

His cock pulsed in his hand, anxious for the warmth coming off her pussy. It'd been a long fucking time since he'd indulged in sex.

Most women wanted pretty words until they slipped off their panties, and then they wanted a dirty mouth. He could give them cock, but he couldn't open his mouth and talk long enough to make them wet—and he'd rather take care of himself than waste his energy on a woman.

Brooke was different.

Compared to him, she was good. He dealt with dead bodies and kept the cops from learning about Havlin's business. Brooke raised his daughter and centered her world around Skye.

She was a fucking saint compared to him.

He wasn't going to hurt her. He also wasn't going to change his mind about fucking her. She'd learn not to worry. He could take care of her.

The way they came together was the last thing he had on his mind. But it'd happened, and now he wouldn't let her go.

He placed the head of his cock between her legs. She was already wet from her orgasm. It was the invasion she worried about. And it was the intimacy he needed.

She squirmed underneath him. His ass tensed. It took all his willpower not to plunge inside of her and leave her bruised and bleeding in his need to claim her.

Every muscle tightened and held still. He wouldn't give her that side of him. The side that had no remorse, no compassion, no empathy.

Her gaze steeled, locking onto him. Then, she raised her hips in a sign of bravery. Fuck if he couldn't feel her pussy twitch in anticipation. His admiration for her grew. She'd pushed through her fear and still wanted him.

Her insistent sexuality surprised him. She was greedy. Hungry and needy.

Now, all he had to do was make sure she understood once he took her, he wouldn't stop. It was only the beginning. He wasn't turning back.

She was his wife.

His ol' lady.

He inched forward. The head of his cock slid inside her opening. He swiftly inhaled. She was tighter than he'd expected. The pleasure was almost painful. The pressure and heat of her body sucked him in, pulsating along his cock.

She held him with her pussy. Sweat broke out on his lower back. His stomach tightened, and he held himself still.

"Maverick?"

That soft plead broke his restraint. His hips spasmed, and he pumped back and forth without going any farther inside her. His balls tightened, and his breath came harsh and fast, making his throat fucking spasm.

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