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“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock the way you came on my face. Give me what I want, Em.”

Mav’s hand tugs on my hair, forcing my head back and giving him access to my nipple as he fucks me harder. Faster. Until I can’t think or speak or see. Until the fire engulfs me and a burst of colors brighter than the aurora borealis explodes behind my eyes.

Maverick’s lips capture mine in a punishing kiss, swallowing my moan as shudders rack my body, and my walls clamp down on his cock, milking him.

A warmth washes over me as my name falls from Mav’s lips in a guttural groan, and the only thought I can muster ismineas we collapse into a mess of tangled limbs and sated bodies.

He pulls me close, until my head is pressed to his chest, right over his heart.

His fingers run through my hair, and I close my eyes as oblivion threatens to pull me under. “Mine,” I whisper as I feel sleep wrap around me.

But not before I think I hear, “Yours,” whispered back.

EMMIE

The right man might be your greatest weakness, but maybe, just maybe, he can be your greatest source of strength too.

—Emmie’s Secret Thoughts

Iroll over and look at the clock on my phone as my stomach growls. It’s six a.m. I’ve got at least two hours before Rosie wakes up, and judging by the weight of the arm draped over me, Mav isn’t waking up anytime soon either. But this girl needs sustenance.

And coffee.

Not necessarily in that order.

Very carefully, I slide out of bed, careful not to wake Maverick, and throw on his discarded shirt from last night. My body melts. It smells like him. The soft, dark-gray cotton with West End stitched across the front in navy-blue thread fallsto just above my knees, and I wonder if I can get away with spending the day in this shirt.

He’s so not getting this back.

I look around for my panties, then remember Cujo actually shredded them.

For a hot second, I consider stealing a pair of his, then laugh that off and tug the tee down. Looks like I’m going commando. Wonder how he’s going to feel about that...

Ten minutes later, I’ve got the coffee brewing while I stuff a blueberry muffin in my mouth and wait impatiently for my first hit of caffeine. My limbs are heavy, and my body is deliciously sore from overuse. And oh my... how it was used.

I smile to myself at the thought of the way we kept reaching for each other. At some point today, I’m going to crash hard from lack of sleep, but that crash will be so worth it. If I’m lucky, my dreams will be full of dark-blue eyes and beautiful black-inked skin.

The hair on the back of my neck stands at attention a moment later. My back may be to the doorway, but I don’t need to see him to know Maverick just walked into the room. The energy changes before strong arms wrap around my waist and his stubbled chin rests on my shoulder. Hot breath fans my face as lips I desperately want to taste graze my ear. “I woke up alone. I thought you left.”

I rest my head back against his chest and smile. “Just needed food.”

The coffee maker chimes, and I can feel his grin. “And coffee... I know the real way to your heart, and it’s paved with caffeine.”

His lips press against my neck, and I tilt to the side, giving him full access. “I love your mouth on my skin.”

“I like my mouth on your sweet cunt.” I can’t help the chill that runs down my spine with those filthy words.Yes, please.“Breakfast of champions.”

“Dude,” Jamie moans as he walks into the room, and I spin around and hide my face in Maverick’s chest as embarrassment floods me. “I’m jealous of Ryker’s ability to turn his hearing aids down right now.” He moves to the fridge and grabs the orange juice. “I’m never going to be able to unhear that shit.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper, mortified.

But Maverick laughs. Maybe at me. Maybe at Jamie. I’m not really sure. I’m just sure I want to die.

“You don’t need to live here, Murphy.” Mav wraps an arm around me, and Jamie gags.

“Hot Nan?—”

“Don’t say it, Murph. Whatever fucked up thing you’re thinking—just don’t. Not if you want to live to see tomorrow.” Hot damn, I love when this man growls.My man.

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