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Before I can get my balance, he tugs me down against his mouth. Maverick’s tongue slides inside my hot, wet pussy, sending shock waves of heat through my already trembling core.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan at the first lash of his tongue.

“Love the way that word sounds on your lips almost as much as my name, baby.”

Maverick’s fingers spread me wide while he sucks my clit between his lips, and I get lost in the feel as I ride his face. “Oh. My. God.”

“In your mouth, Emmie, or this stops,” he growls, and I force myself to focus.

I lean down and lick along the length of his cock before I take him back in my mouth. I try to focus. Try to breathe. To not gag. To not bite off his massive cock while he works me into a frenzy.

I swallow him down as best I can and hum a long, loud moan around his dick as my body shakes.

Tears pool in my eyes, and I nearly scream as he adds one finger to my pussy and circles another around my ass. My God...

“So close,” I moan and wrap my hand around the base of his cock to work him faster as the first wave of my orgasm threatens to utterly destroy me without my permission.

I try to hold still, desperate to get Maverick there first.

Try not to rock back against his stubbled face.

But there’s no stopping the tsunami from crashing around me when he sucks my clit between his teeth, and I shatter.

I come on his face with his cock in my throat, panting and moaning, hoping my room has thick enough walls. “Maverick...”

His name is the final push Mav needs, and I swallow the hot streams of cum down my throat, licking and sucking and taking him all before I collapse next to him, utterly spent.

I don’t move. Don’t speak. I can’t. My eyes grow heavy as sleep tugs at me.

“Jesus, baby. We should spend every night this way.” He runs his big hand up and down my bare leg, and I practically purr before slowly moving so I’m curled up against him. My head on his heart and my arm draped over his waist.

I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I don’t say anything as a bucket of ice unexpectedly douses me. Fear and hope fight for control in the forefront of my brain. Both wanting to decide my future. But when you’ve spent years convincing yourself you might not have one, it’s hard to believe otherwise.

Hours later, I reach for Maverick but only find cold sheets and force my eyes open. The sun is streaming in through the windows in painfully brightsunbeams, and sitting up takes more effort than I was expecting. I need more ibuprofen. And maybe not to let Dillan order when we go out to dinner next week.

It turns out, she’s a bit of a loner too, and somehow that worked for us. I think I may have my firstgirlfriend in forever.

The heavenly scent of caramel coffee drifts into my room, and I perk up.

Coffee. God, yes. Coffee will make this headache bearable.

But as I drop the sheets and stand, I realize I need clothes first and coffee second.

Maverick’s shirt from last night is on the edge of the bed, and I snag it and slip it on, deciding if his shirt is an option, it’ll always be my first choice. My heart settles as his scent wraps around me like a weighted blanket, and I head downstairs to find the man who’s blown my world up in ways I never knew it needed.

Like the fact that he and Camden are watching football analysts on TV when I walk into the living room. I wasn’t expecting that this morning. They both look up and smile at me. But while Camden goes right back to the TV, Mav stands and crosses the room. He tugs me against his chest and kisses the top of my head. “How are you feeling,sole mio?”

“That’s a new one,” I murmur and soak in his touch.

His lips tug into a crooked grin.

“Come on... You think you can grope my sister in a different room?” Camden groans, and I laugh.

“But the groping is so much fun,” I mock my brother and take Mav’s hand as I go in search of the coffee. A black gift bag with the gold Kings logo embossed on the front sits on the kitchen table in the center of the room. “What’s that?”

Mav shrugs as he bites back a smile.

Okay. I’ll bite.

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