Page 32 of Pit Stop

“And you think he’d approve of someone you met online?”

“Yes,” I say when he rucks up my robe and my cock appears. His nose drags along the side of it, and I clutch the ladder with one hand to keep myself upright.

Fuck, why is he so good at this?

His tongue peeks out and slides along my cock, and I moan, my free hand fisting his hair tighter.

“If you didn’t have big plans, I’d say I’m just fine for you,” he mumbles almost inaudibly.

But before I can think of a response, his mouth envelops my dick and my mind goes blank.

“Maverick,” I cry out, and then within seconds, my balls draw up and I explode. My legs shake so roughly that I flop forward, using his shoulders as a perch, trying to keep myself upright as my cock jerks repeatedly.

And then it’s over. Maverick pulls off, wiping his lips with his hand, his eyes meeting mine.

“You taste so fucking good.”

I manage a small eye roll. But we both know it’s forced.

“And that was very fast.”

I scoff and on wobbly legs, let myself down onto the floor.

“I’ll have you know that it’s been a while.”

“Mm. I’m glad,” he says, shifting slightly toward me. His dick is straining out from his jeans and I swallow, wanting to fall to my knees and get him off.

But I can’t do that. I have nude pictures to take. For a potential partner in sex.

“You should probably go. Before Forest finds out why you’ve been delayed.”

“Yeah,” he replies and then runs his hand across his mouth again.

I want to lean up and kiss him, want to slot my tongue right in his mouth and let him suck on it.

But I don’t. And eventually, he gets the hint and turns to leave, grabbing the toolkit on his way.

Which leaves me staring after him, a night of naked, boiled chicken pictures to take.

Not appetizing at all.

CHAPTER

SIX

SKYE

“Oh, these are all terrible,”I mumble to myself as I stare at the pictures I took the other night. I look half-dead.

It’s not good. Not at all. The new angles did nothing for me.

I’m a lost cause.

I don’t even post them because gods, who would want these? Not me. That’s my body on the screen and even I don’t want to see them.

“I’ll just have to find someone the good old-fashioned way,” I say just as a message from someone pops up on my screen.

I swipe at it, my heart rate accelerating.

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