Page 75 of Teasing

“Bring back the Syrah,” he tells him, and Mav nods and takes my hand in his.

Tingles shoot up my arm, and I have to take two steps to match his every one.

Damn long legs.

“Mav,” I yelp as he tugs me down the basement stairs to the wine cellar. “What’s the hurry?”

The room comes into view, and my breath catches. It’s gorgeous. Low lighting and brick walls and a Tuscan-tiled floor.Hundreds of bottles of wine line the walls, and most of them have a similar label. One I recognize.

“Maverick,” I murmur again, and I swear to God, when his smile is directed at me, it’s like you can feel the heat of the sun on your face.

There’s something about Maverick Beneventi in ripped jeans... They sit low on his hips, and the visual is just so incredibly hot.

Today’s t-shirt is navy-blue and makes his eyes appear impossibly darker. It’s mouthwateringly stretched across his massive chest, and I’m suddenly no longer interested in the dozens of bottles surrounding me.

I’ve already forgotten what we were talking about outside.

All I see is him and the delicious outline of that incredible erection I’ve been sitting on for over an hour with no relief.

“Hey, Cujo.”

Like a predator stalking his prey, he forces me to move until my back hits brick and his palms flatten on either side of me, like he seems to like doing. He leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. “Do you have any idea what you being here in that dress is doing to me?”

“Here?” I ask, not following.

He lifts my chin and feathers a kiss over my lips. “In my house. In my life. With my family. Here, Emmie. With me.”

“Oh,” is all the answer I manage as one strong hand slides to my back and down until he’s cupping my ass over my dress. But it’s not enough, and a small whine works its way up my throat.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, baby.” His other hand slides under my dress and smacks against my bare skin. “I’ve felt this ass for hours, Emmie. Naked and on my lap.Nakedand on my cock. You’ve been a bad girl,” he croons, and his words press against my skin, empowering me.

I nip at his lip with my teeth, catching and tugging and loving the way his dark pupils explode. “I’m not naked,” I whisper coyly. “I’m wearing a thong.”

I press both hands against his chest and push him back far enough for me to reach under my dress and shimmy the black silk thong down my legs, then dangle it in front of him.

He sucks in a sharp, heavy breath before he takes it out of my hand. “It’s fucking soaked.”

My smile is slow and wicked before he scoops me up and presses my back against the cool brick. One hand holds my ass, the other reaches between us and teases my sex, coaxing a delicious moan from deep in my throat.

My head falls back as the blunt tip of one finger pushes inside. “Tell me this is for me, Em.”

His voice is raw and rugged, and my muscles contract around him, desperate for more.

For everything.

He pulls his finger back, and I cry out at the loss. “Maverick...”

“Tell me.”

He drags his coated finger through my soaked sex and teases my clit.

Circles it.

Oh God.

Pinches it . . . Pleasure courses through my body.

“Only you,” I sigh as he plunges in again, knuckle deep.

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