Page 39 of The Cleaner

I look up at him. Those gorgeous brown eyes of his are filled with such tenderness, it's a wonder I can breathe. "Okay," I whisper, praying I'm not making a mistake. I trust Maverick. I want this with him. I'm just not sure that I'm ready for the next step.

His smile grows and my breath catches at how beautiful he is. God, the man is drop dead gorgeous.

I'm so turnedon it's not even funny. I can barely speak. The entire drive to Maverick's house, his hand was on my leg, his thumb running along my thigh where the slit in my dress sits.

The feel of his skin against mine was almost too much to bear. He's gotten me worked up and he's grinning. Does he find this funny?

"I'll show you around tomorrow," he tells me as he leads me to the bedroom. My stomach flips as my nerves start to kick in. Am I really ready for this?

"I'm not sure if I told you this or not, babe, but you are so fucking beautiful," he growls low in his throat.

I turn to stare at him, my mouth dry and my heart pounding. "Really?" I whisper.

No one has ever looked at me the way Maverick does, and it sends shivers of anticipation down my spine.

I step closer to him, my heart racing as I reach out and lightly brush my fingers over his forearm. A shiver runs through his body, and I can see desire ignite in his eyes.

When I reach for his zipper, he doesn't stop me. My nervousness melts away as I free his hardening cock from its confines. It's a sight to behold—thick, long, and pulsing with need. The veins stand out against his smooth skin, and my eyes are drawn to the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair at its base. As I wrap my hand around him and begin to stroke, I can feel him getting even harder. Encouraged by his sharp intake of breath, I lean forward and run my tongue along the tip of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum.

As his hips push forward, I struggle to take him in my mouth. The thickness of his cock fills and stretches my mouth, causing it to water and my jaw to ache. He grabs handfuls of my hair and pulls me closer, and I can’t help but moan against his cock.

His thrusts become more urgent, and I feel myself gagging, but he doesn't let up. With determination, I create a rhythm and work to swallow past the thickness in my throat. My cheeks hollow as I suck and slurp, trying to accommodate his size while also fighting the urge to choke.

His rough, calloused hand slips down the front of my dress, the fabric bunching and sliding under his touch. His fingers find my nipple and begin to play with it, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. Each rotation and pinch elicits a sharp gasp or moan from me, my body responding eagerly to his skilled touch.

As he continues to tease and torment me, our panting breaths mix together in a symphony of desire. I am lost in the sensations he is awakening within me, wanting him to explore every inch of my skin.

But just as I start to reach a new level of arousal, he suddenly pulls back. Confusion floods my mind, until he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. My dress is quickly discarded on the floor, leaving me standing completely naked before him. The cool air kisses my exposed skin, but all I can focus on is his hungry gaze as he takes in every inch of me.

I can feel the anticipation building between us, the arousal hanging heavy in the air. Maverick's eyes are locked onto mine, and I can see the desire there; the need to possess and explore every part of me. It should scare me. I should be fearful. But I’m not. I want this. I want him.

He pulls me closer to him, our bodies pressed together from head to toe. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin, the hardness of his erection against my belly. My breath catches in my throat as he gently runs his fingers over my skin, tracing the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist, the swell of my breasts.

He leans down, his lips grazing my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "I want you so bad," he whispers, his voice deep and husky. "You're so fucking beautiful, Lisa. You take my breath away."

I close my eyes and feel his hands sliding around to my back, his fingers gently unhooking my bra. My breath hitches ashis hands cup my breasts, his fingers brushing over my nipples, sending bolts of pleasure radiating through me.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I need you."

His hands leave my breasts and move down to the waistband of my panties. He hooks his thumbs in the elastic and slowly pulls them down. His fingers graze the soft skin of my inner thighs, sending shivers throughout my body.

"Spread your legs for me," he commands, his voice low and gravelly.

I obey, opening my legs to him, feeling vulnerable and exposed. But there's a thrill in that, a desire to be claimed by this man who makes me feel so alive. This man who makes me feel special and wanted; who makes me believe things that I haven’t believed in a long time.

"You're so wet for me, Lisa," he growls, his fingers tracing the lines of my folds. I can feel the slickness against his fingers.

"I want to taste you," he says, his eyes never leaving mine.

I nod, my breath coming in short pants, my body trembling with anticipation.

He helps me onto the bed and positions his head between my legs. His tongue darts out to taste me, his lips brushing against my clit. I gasp, my body arching upward as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

"Oh, Maverick," I moan, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me.

He continues to explore me with his mouth, his tongue flicking and probing, his lips sucking gently. His hands move to my hips, pulling me closer to him, deepening the sensation. I can feel his breath against my pussy, and I'm lost in a wave of pleasure. I writhe beneath him, my moans loud and long, his name a plea on my lips. I’m so close, I can feel it.

His fingers slide inside me, thrusting gently, stretching me as I cry out his name.

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