Page 110 of A Little Complicated

“Should I apologize?” I ask.

“No,” he grunts. Sliding to his knees, he shoves my pants down to my ankles. The majority of the board blocks most of my lower half from the tunnel, but even so, this is dangerous. Really dangerous.

“What about the cameras?” I ask.

“Already turned them off.”

“How—”

“Will you shut up and let me eat you out?” His tone is laced with humor, pulling an exasperated laugh from me as I shake my head back and forth.

Why does he have to look so good right now? On his knees? His eyes gleaming with want. It makes me want to give in. To ride his mouth right here. Right now. Damn the consequences. And yeah, there are quite a few of them. Someone could walk in. Someone could see us.

“Mav—”

“Hold on.”

“To what?”

He spreads my legs wide and dips his head even lower. I scramble for the edge of the penalty box, using the ledge of the barrier to keep from falling on my ass and preparing myself for the best fucking morsel imaginable. Because it’s what Mav does. He teases me. Toys with me. Plays with me. Turns me into nothing but a puddle of want and need until he fulfills every single desire and blows all of my expectations out of the water. And even though it’s stupid—really freaking stupid—I can’t help but play along. Waiting. Anticipating. Craving. Whatever crumb he’s offering at any given moment. Even when it’s a terrible idea.

His hot breath kisses my pussy as his hand continues to draw circles around my entrance, spreading my wetness to my clit and making me want to crumble.

“Do you know how good you smell?” he asks, looking up at me while keeping his mouth an inch from my core. “How much my mouth is watering? How much I’ve missed this? Missed you?”

I tangle my fingers along the back of his head and tug him closer, my desperation making me reckless. “I think it’s time you put your money where your mouth is, don’t you?”

With a grin, he latches onto my core, the heat from his mouth causing my jaw to drop as he uses the flat of his tongue against my slit. Lapping at me, he spreads my folds with one hand and slips his fingers into me, pumping them in and out while his tongue finds my clit. He uses the tip to flick it softly, and my back arches. Sweat clings to my heated skin beneath my clothes, and I look at the tunnel again, confirming we’re alone as he eats me out like I’m a feast curated only for him.

“Oh,” I moan.

He groans, spreading me even wider. My thighs tremble beneath his touch as he kisses my center, dipping his tongue into me and sucking on my lips, then turning his attention back to my aching clit. He runs his teeth along the sensitive bud while his fingers play with me again like I’m his own personal toy. This time, he adds a second finger, stretching me.

This is so wrong. So dirty. Anyone could walk in. Anyone. And they’d see me with my pants around my ankles and my ex-boyfriend’s brother’s head between my thighs.

My hips shift against Maverick’s mouth as I shake my head back and forth with my back pressed against the glass.

I’m close.

So fucking close.

My breathing turns shallow, and his kissing grows deeper as he tongues my slit and latches onto my clit one more time. Stars appear behind my eyelids, and I gasp, coming on his mouth and holding him against me until I’m pretty sure I’m smothering him, but I don’t care. Not right now. Not when I’m coming apart like this.

Warmth spreads from my core and out to my limbs, leaving me limp and satiated. Little ripples of pleasure continue pulsing as he keeps licking at my juices, tasting me, eating me. I push him away when the sensations are too much against my sensitive clit. With one final kiss against my pubic bone, Maverick stands and situates my clothes until I’m covered.

He kisses me greedily. “Do you taste it?” he asks. “How fucking sweet you are?”

I open my eyes, taking in the flecks of navy surrounding his dark pupils.

“Best fucking morsel I’ll ever have.” He pecks at my lips again. “That’s a promise. Now. Let’s get going.”

He moves toward the exit, but I grab the hem of his sleeve and tug him back to me. “Only if you promise not to change your mind about skipping practice once we get home.”

“Home, huh?”

I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I’ll drop you off and come back for practice. Happy now?”

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