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She moans so loud my ego pushes me to increase the pressure of my tongue and my fingers go even deeper inside of her.

“Maverick, oh, Mav, please just fucking finish me,” she begs, my name sounding like the best fucking praise in the world expelling from her lips.

She stills for a second, but as I urge her over that peak of pleasure, she finally lets go. She finally releases all her control. I feel her surrender as she arches against my tongue. She increases the pressure of her heels in my back and cinches her thighs around my shoulders. She unleashes a wild, high-pitched but quiet scream. It’s not as loud as I had hoped. But it’s a fucking start. Good thing we have nine more days.

But who’s counting?

CHAPTER9

Camille

As much as it may pain me to admit, Maverick was right. I can honestly say I have never experienced an orgasm that intense or transcendent.

And especially never that way.

Chris found oral sex, in nearly its entirety, too drawn out. He preferred a quick finger-bang before we proceeded to do it in the most common of places, like the bed. Oral sex was something he only offered on special occasions. Like,hey it’s your birthday, want me to go down on you?

When he worded it like that, I usually just rolled my eyes and told him it was fine, we could just skip to the good part. Little did I know, thatwasthe good part. For three years, I’ve been missing out on being adored and worshipped.

What else have I been missing out on?

Something tells me, if Maverick has a say in it, I’m going to find out.

“I gotta admit,” I already start talking, even though my breathing is still shallow, “that was a thousand times better than my fantasy.”

“Only a thousand?” he teases, one dark brow arched as he rises to sit up on his knees. My lips curve into a smile. “And you fantasized about this? About us?”

“Are you kidding? A chance to get it on with Ladies’-Man-Mav? How could I not fantasize about it?”

He grimaces. “For the next ten days, how about we ditch the nickname? Because I’m only yours.”

I like the sound of that.

I wanthimto be only mine.

“I think I can do that,” I say as I force him onto his back. I lift my leg over his waist so I’m straddling him. He blinks up at me, dark eyes all wild.

As I lower my face closer to his, he lifts a hand to cup my cheek. “I’m serious, Camille.”

His expression is weary and a heaviness plumes around us. I pinch my brows together. What has shifted his mood? The nickname?

“Of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you.”

“It doesn’t. Or it didn’t. Shit. There’s something I should tell you.”

My stomach hardens. “What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

He pushes my hair back behind my ear. “You know I’ve had my fair share of partners—”

“Ha,” I scoff, my lips pulling in amusement but chew on it when he almost looks hurt.

“And I’m always safe and get tested regularly,” he continues.

Ohh he’s worried about me. Because I’m not promiscuous. My heart swells too much at this realization.

“I haven’t actually slept with anyone for over eight months.”

“What?” I blurt, then try to recover. “I just mean, are you fucking serious?”

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