Page 77 of Face Off
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Maverick pulls the used condom off his length and wrinkles his nose. “Been busy, I guess.”
“I’m sure you’ll get back on the horse soon.” I pat his chest. “It’s time for me to pee then eat. Which means it’s time for you to get dressed and show yourself out, buddy.”
“Fine, fine.” He curls his fingers around my chin and brings my mouth to his. His lips brush against mine in a soft kiss. “Don’t make things weird, Emmy girl.”
“You’re the one making it weird by calling me that when you’re not inside me. I’m going to go back to pretending like you don’t exist.”
“Just the way I like it. By the time you get out of the bathroom, I’ll be gone.”
“Good. And leave my underwear.” I stand up and put my hands on my hips. “They were expensive.”
“As they should be. You deserve nice things.” His gaze roams down my body, and he grins.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self conscious. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Need to commit this to memory. It’s too good to forget.”
I throw a pillow at his face and he laughs, reaching for his briefs. “Wait!” I exclaim. “I didn’t see your ass tattoo.”
“Too distracted by my average length?”
“God, I hate you.” I spin my finger in a circle. “Show me?”
“Gladly.” He turns around, and there on his right cheek is a peach. Orange and yellow and white, it stands out against his tan skin and the sculpted curve of his backside. “Thoughts?”
“Why thehelldo you have a peach on your ass?”
“Long story, but I lost a bet to Dallas, who’s from Georgia. He wanted me to get the state of Texas, in honor of his name, but that was an automatic no. So, we settled on a fucking peach.”
“Wow. A peach on your peach. There are layers to that.” I cover my mouth, but my smile is impossible to hide. “You’re so weird.”
He looks at me over his shoulder. “Made you smile again, though.”
“You’re dreaming.”
“Feels like this whole thing has been a dream, to be honest.”
I rub my hand across my chest and bite my bottom lip. “Yeah,” I say softly. “Feels like it.”
Maverick smiles, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Sweet dreams, Red.”
An hour later, I’m nearly asleep when my phone buzzes next to me on the mattress. I open it up, bleary-eyed and on the edge of consciousness, and find a message from Maverick.
Bane of my Existence:
*Attachment: 1 image*
Finders keepers.
It’s a photo of him, my underwear in his hand and his teeth sinking into the lace.
I throw my phone across the room, vowing to block his number first thing tomorrow morning.
