Page 79 of The Cleaner

He grins that roguish smile that never fails to make my heart skip a beat. "Me? Trouble? I'm wounded by the accusation." He places a hand dramatically over his heart.

Callie snorts. “You were born trouble,” she tells him. “As long as you don’t interrupt our night, I don’t care what you all do.”

“It’ll be fun,” I say with a smile. I’m actually really excited.

Maverick pulls me close again, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Don't worry, baby. I'll behave..."

Callie rolls her eyes but there's a fond smile on her face. "That's what I'm afraid of. Your version of behaving usually involves some sort of shootout or someone dying."

I laugh, shaking my head. "No shootouts or killings, please. I'd like to enjoy my first Christmas with your family without any drama." I’m still not over him being kidnapped by Tanya. I still have nightmares about it. But when I wake from them, he’s right beside me and it pulls me from the panic quickly.

Maverick grins, pressing a kiss to my lips. "No promises, but I'll do my best."

I come awakeas his tongue swirls around my nipple, his finger sliding into my pussy. His touch ignites a fire within me, spreading through me like an inferno. I arch my back, pressing against his hand, silently begging for more. His lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. I shiver as his stubble grazes my sensitive skin.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs against my throat, his voice husky with desire.

I can only whimper in reply as he adds another finger, stretching me deliciously. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into taut muscle. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breathing and the rustle of sheets as we move together.

His fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot that makes me see stars. I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand.He captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as he continues to stroke me from the inside.

"That's it, baby," he growls. "Let me hear you."

I'm trembling now, teetering on the edge of bliss. His thumb finds my clit, circling it with precision. The dual stimulation is too much. I break the kiss, throwing my head back as waves of pleasure crash over me.

He doesn't let up, working me through my orgasm until I'm a quivering mess beneath him. Only then does he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste me. The sight makes me whimper with renewed desire.

"We're just getting started," he promises, his eyes dark with lust. I love that look he gets when he’s on the edge. The way that he watches me never fails to take my breath away.

He moves between my legs, the broad head of his cock nudging my entrance. I'm still sensitive from my orgasm, but I ache to feel him inside me.

He enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch, stretching me in the best way possible. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. We both groan when he plants himself fully inside of me.

"You feel so good," he pants, holding still to let me adjust. "So tight and wet for me. So fucking perfect."

I roll my hips, silently begging him to move. He takes the hint, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. The force of his thrust pushes me up the bed, and I clutch at his biceps for support.

He sets a punishing rhythm, each powerful stroke hitting that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, our moans and gasps mingling in the air. I'm lost in sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. His lips find mine again, and he kisses me deeply.

I run my hands down his back, feeling the muscles flex and ripple as he moves above me. His skin is slick with sweat, and I can taste the salt on his lips. I drag my nails up his spine, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest. I love that I can drive him wild, just as he does me.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy," he pants against my ear. His teeth graze my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.

I can feel the tension building in the pit of my stomach, that delicious pressure coiling tighter and tighter. He must sense how close I am because he snakes a hand between our bodies, finding my clit. His fingers work in tight circles, perfectly in sync with his thrusts.

"Come for me again, baby," he commands, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

His words, along with his cock and fingers, are enough to push me over the edge. I cry out his name as my second orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, even more intense than the first. My inner walls clamp down on him, gripping his cock as my orgasm washes over me.

He groans, his hips stuttering as he fights to maintain control. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grits out. "So fucking perfect."

I'm still riding the aftershocks of my climax when I feel him swell inside me. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and lets go. I feel his cock pulse and fill me with his cum. He collapses on top of me, his face pressed against my shoulder as we both struggle to catch our breath.

His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, sending little shivers through me. I run my hands through his sweat-dampened hair, fully sated and in love.

He lifts his head to look at me, a soft smile playing on his lips. "That was..."

“Amazing,” I say. “It always is, handsome. Always is amazing.”

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