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“How much longer do we have to be here?” I ask, turning to gaze up at Maverick.

“I don’t care. We can leave now.”

“Oh, but I thought you wanted to come here. You were the one who agreed to it.”

“I couldn’t give a fuck about this fair. I just…”

He pulls me into him, his lips hitting my ear.

“I just didn’t want to head home and fuck you out of anger.” I shiver, his hand moving down to my ass and squeezing. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You couldn’t,” I breathe, feeling the desire pulse through him. “Are you still angry?”

He grumbles something and then responds, “No.”

“Then take me home and fuck me.”

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

MAVERICK

The doorto my trailer is nearly knocked off its hinges as the two of us rush inside, our mouths seeking each other, our hands ripping at our clothes, not able to get naked fast enough.

Gods, he tastes good, feels good. Everything about him is so hot. I can’t believe he’s mine.

For now, my mind reminds me, but I shove it away. I know it’s coming to an end. I know this, but still, I’ll take what I can get. This was never going to last anyway. I knew it the minute I realized we were bonded. He is going places. He’s so smart. He wants to be an environmental engineer. I don’t even know what the fuck that means. Just what I’ve looked up online.

I wrench his shirt over his head and drag my lips down his neck, feeling the jump of his pulse beneath my mouth. His sultry little whimpers and groans.

The scent of his hole getting wet.

My hands reach behind me and I tug my shirt off, tossing it aside and lifting Skye onto the kitchen table. Those sexy legs part and I step between them, tilting his head up with a soft tug of my hand in his hair, and plunder his mouth again.

I want to get him off over and over. I’m obsessed with him, his taste, the way he feels around me.

Naked. I need him completely nude. A few seconds later, his bare ass is sitting on the table, like a nice meal to be eaten up.

My hand twists around his cock as I stroke, making him groan into me, our tongues tangling.

“Fuck me. Please,” he begs, and I can’t not give him what he wants.

“Where are those toys you bought?”

He moans at my suggestion, his trembling hand pointing at the bedroom. I kiss him roughly before pulling away from him and grabbing the plastic bag, looking through it and thanking the gods he bought so many different options.

I want to use them all on him.

When I return, Skye is waiting for me, his body slightly flushed, his pupils dilated behind those sexy-as-fuck glasses. He wants me. I can feel it, can smell it on him. The yearning.

I didn’t realize what that was until now.

But then again, he has just the sweetest scent. Addicting almost.

“Which one should I use?” I ask, pulling out each option. There really is a nice range. “Maybe I should stuff you full of one and then suck your cock while you suck mine.”

He gasps as his legs wrap around my thighs and pull me into him. I lean down and kiss him, stroking his dick, letting those soft little mewls flood my system until I’m practically dripping with need.

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