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“I don’t like the way that sounds,” Maverick said, choking out a nervous laugh.
“It’s nothing terrible but…” I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, wondering exactly how he would take it. “Reese didn’taccidentallywalk in on us.”
“What do you mean?”
“I… knew you two hooked up at the beach and noticed the looks that you kept giving each other when you thought no one was paying attention.” Maverick ducked his head sheepishly, that precious flush crawling across his cheeks. “I set it up. I didn’t tell Reese what he would find when he got there, but I told him to find me.”
Maverick took in the words, and I practically witnessed thegears turning in his head—but he didn’t seem upset. Finally, the corner of his lip curled upward. “Thank you.”
Now it was my turn to be bashful. “What on earth are you thanking me for, sweetheart?”
“If you hadn’t set any of that up, we wouldn’t be sitting here. I mean…” Maverick shuffled in his seat. “Me and you might be, but Reese and I would still be at each other’s throats. I never would have given him a second chance if it weren’t for you so…” He glanced around us, then lowered his voice. “Thank you, Daddy.”
All of a sudden, it was like Maverick couldn’t get me close enough. He abandoned the seat across from me, instead opting to sit next to me—as close as he could. Under the table, he kept a hand on my thigh. The boy was showing incredible restraint, but pride swelled my chest at the fact that he’d be in my lap with one snap of my fingers.
I let him take my hand as we walked to his car and the second the door shut, he clenched the front of my T-shirt in his fist and hauled me across the console, crushing his lips to mine. I grunted into his mouth, cupping my hand around his neck. I indulged him for a moment, but quickly nipped at his bottom lip to break off the kiss. “Let me get you home, little love.”
“Why?” He whined, pressing the heel of his hand to his raging erection, likely only made worse by the smooth drag of silk and lace along his skin. “There’s a perfectly good backseat right here.”
“As much as I wouldloveto take you up on that, I’ve got a surprise for you, and I don’t think it’ll last very long.”
Maverick perked up at that. “Surprise?”
“Mmhmm—can you sit back and put on your seatbelt for me? Good girl,” I added once he was buckled in.
He whined, slinking down in his seat, but I knew he wouldlovewhat I had at home waiting for him.
20
MAVERICK
Once we got home,I barely let Quinton lead me to the door before I jumped on him again. We stumbled through the front door attached at the mouths. I paused long enough to kick off my shoes, seeing a Reese-shaped blur rushing past the kitchen doorway. He paused long enough to scold, “Took you long enough,” and he was off again.
“What’s his problem?” I laughed, immediately swallowing Quinton’s retort. He curled those big hands of his around my hips, backing me down the hallway.
“You’ll see,” he said between kisses. “But he’s not supposed to be on his feet. He disobeyed me. You want to punish him for that?”
“Me? Punish him?” I echoed.
“That’s right, my princess. But first, why don’t you head upstairs and get changed?” Quinton dropped his voice down. “There’s a skirt at the bottom of my underwear drawer.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Yes, Daddy.”
I hastened upstairs, stripping out of my clothes as fast as I could. After digging the skirt out of Quinton’s dresser, I bouncedmy way into it—the only way I could get into the skin-tight leather—and made sure the laces up the sides were tied as tight as they could comfortably go.
Downstairs, I found Reese and Quinton in the kitchen. They were having a hushed argument but as I entered the room, all conversation, every movement ceased—except for Reese jiggling his leg. Cold and self-conscious, I wrapped my hands around my midriff. Reese hadn’t seen me in the skirt before. I had no idea how he would react, but Ididknow what he looked like horny, and that look in his eyes was pure lust.
“Holy shit, you look good,” Reese whimpered, squirming. He wore nothing but the grey boxer briefs he’d slept in.
Quinton took slow, calculated steps toward me. “Baby girl…” he started, earning another whine from Reese. “You look breathtaking. Do you know what I’ve learned about you over the last few weeks?”
“What’s that?”
Reese stood at the breakfast bar, hard as a rail and dancing in place as he watched the interaction.
“You, my pretty little thing—” Quinton stood behind me now, ghosting kisses across my shoulders. “—would be unstoppable if you just had a confidence boost. So today, we’re going to worship you, aren’t we, Reese?”
“Mmhmm…”
