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“Condom,” he says matter-of-factly.

I take his shoulders and still his frantic movements. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. And I know you’re clean. Mav, I need to feel all of you inside of me.”

“You sure?”

I nod and shove him back onto the mattress before straddling him again. With smoldering eyes, he peers up at me, his hands caressing my soft hips. While I’m naked and on display for him, he basks in the view, like I’m a goddess. Like I’m something to be treasured.

Warmth wraps around me, pushing away any insecurities I may have had only moments before. This is Maverick. He’s always looked out for me. Protected me. Listened to me.

I take his cock in my hand and he moves one hand off my hip, putting his hand over mine. Slowly, he helps me to guide himself into me. I’m so wet, which helps, but he fills me more than I’m expecting, and I gasp.

“Perfect, so fucking perfect,” he growls.

Pressing my palms to his chest, I curl my fingers against the firm muscle. I lower my lips to his, the craving of finding solace there. Like I need a reminder that this is okay. That us, together, doing this is okay. He rises to meet me halfway, gripping the back of my neck, his fingers kneading as he kisses me. Our lips break apart and he gives me a sweet kiss to the tip of my nose before he flops onto his back once again.

That affectionate moment was exactly what I needed to shove aside the fears of how this could change things between us and our friendship. His dark hooded eyes are full of desire as he gazes up at me.

I push onto my knees, and he thrusts his hips, filling me even more. I revel in it. I want him. More than I’ve wanted any man in my life. And I want him to have every part of me. Not just the good and the pretty. But the hard and the ugly.

Something tells me, he wants this too. He’s simply too afraid to admit it.

Each time I rise on my knees and lower myself, he grunts louder. His hands caress my back until they find their home on my hips. He grips them and guides me up and down over his length. My tits bounce as the rhythm picks up, and he admires me. My usual instinct is to shy away, but by the satisfied look on his expression, he loves everything he sees.

His dark, hooded eyes take me in like I’m something to be admired. It makes me feel beautiful, attractive, desired. It urges me forward, letting me give into the thousand sensations humming inside me. As he clutches my tits in both hands, I whimper, sucking my lower lip between my teeth.

“You look fucking gorgeous riding me, just like I knew you would,” he grunts.

His satisfied grin is intoxicating, and I’m desperate to finish. He yanks me down to him, and my breasts smash against his sweaty chest. Instantly his woodsy and all-male scent fill my nose making me light headed. It’s hot and arousing, sending my skin buzzing with a thrill I’m unable to push away.

The idea that I’m so close to orgasm again rocks my world. Never have I come undone twice in one night. And here, Maverick, of all people, is doing it to me. And shit, is hereallydoing it to me. He’s going to succeed in not only eliciting a second orgasm in one night from me, but he just might also get a scream from me yet.

“Mav,” I whimper into his mouth.

“Tell me, Sunshine. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me. Please.”

“That’s my good girl.”

At my command, he dives harder, deeper. He swallows my gasps. He fills me completely, like he should’ve always been here. Inside me. It’s unfair and cruel that it hasn’t happened until now. But I pinch my eyes tight and force myself to be present in this moment.

Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

CHAPTER10

Maverick

Propped on an elbow, I gaze at Camille while she’s pressed against me. I draw lazy circles over her bare arm. She shivers and blinks at me, her cheeks flushed and her hair wild. I’ve never been more enamored by another woman than I am by her in this moment. She’s stunning.

“What?” she pulls her lip between her teeth and tugs a blanket up to cover her naked chest.

For someone who was just riding the shit out of me and letting those perfect tits bounce above me, her modesty now is almost comical.

I grin at her. “I just didn’t think you could surprise me, that’s all.”

“You don’t know me that well, Mav,” she insists.

Though the look she’s giving me, all teasing, pouty lips and temptation in her eyes, makes it hard to turn off the instant desire shooting south again.

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