Page 20 of How We End
“What can you tell us about that?”
Julian wiped his face again.“Uh… it helped clear my head and… yeah, I hope to keep working with this trainer.You saw the results.I think it’s been good for me.”
“Was this a new trainer the team brought in to help with the injuries you were battling last year?”
“No, uh… she came highly recommended by a friend.As for last season’s injuries, I’m sure she’ll be able to work out any recurring issues I may have.”I snorted out a laugh.The poor reporter stood nodding and taking everything Julian said at face value.
“The Storm is a young team.Did you have any fear coming into this game that they would outperform you?”
Julian ducked to hear her question.“LA has some younger players, but so do we, and there is something to be said for playing as long as I have…”
“You into hockey now?”Maverick asked.
“It was on.”I turned my attention to him.“Is everything okay?”It was Wednesday, not Maverick’s usual Thursday.He’d texted, told me to be at the Sands.No bra.No underwear.Which meant a quick fuck either in the elevator or maybe his office.
“It will be.You ready?”He took my half-drunk tequila soda and swallowed it down.
“I guess.”I gathered up my purse and followed Maverick out of the bar, Julian still smiling on the TV.
I was happy for Julian.Hopefully everyone would see age as just a number.Still, it stung a little, knowing he wouldn’t be calling me again.I wondered if I’d get that statue outside City Center Arena.
Maverick didn’t say a word as we rode up to the suite.He never did when he was like this, coiled tight.Jackson stood by the elevator, arms crossed.He was different around Maverick.
The door had barely shut before he had me against the wall.His hand slid up my shirt, fingers closing around my breast like he owned it.His mouth found my neck—hot, demanding.
And I let him.Because that was my job.
“On your knees,” Maverick said, breathing into my ear as he undid his belt.
“Not on the tile.”I was too old to kneel on the hard cold floor.
Maverick took off his suit coat and threw it down.His cock was in his hand.“Now.”
“If we went to the bedroom?—”
“Wyatt,” he warned, stepping closer to me.I hated the way my name sounded in his mouth.That was the first mistake I made with Maverick.All my clients only knew me by some version of Cassidy.“Knees, now.”
Maverick was never violent, and this wasn’t about me.More about him regaining the control someone had taken from him.It had taken me years to figure that out.I folded his jacket and gathered up my hair and got on my knees.The jacket did little to cushion the hard marble.Maverick wrapped a hand in my hair.His breath was unsteady as I ran my tongue up his shaft.Some men believed that cock-sucking was the ultimate humiliation for a woman.We were on our knees before them.Vulnerable.
But I held this man’s balls in my hands.I was the one in control.I could bring him to his knees in two ways.One less painful than the other.I rose up on my knees, ran my tongue around the tip of his dick.His grip tightened on my hair.I closed my eyes and did what was expected of me.
I knew how far to take it with Maverick.I would not swallow.Not even for the luxury home he paid for.Swallowing was for a young girl, one who still had something to prove.His breath came up faster, his thrusts uneven.I pulled away.“You want to finish here?”
“Bend over.”He pushed his pants down.“Condom, inside pocket.”
I picked up the jacket, grabbed a condom, and handed it to him.Then I stepped out of my heels and bent over.Maverick’s fingers dug into my hips as he pushed forward.I braced myself against the wall.It wouldn’t take much.I made the noises I needed to.Cooed Maverick’s name as he grunted out his climax.
“I need to shower,” Maverick said, tucking himself back in his pants.“You want dinner?”he asked on the way to the bedroom.
I stood up and pushed my skirt down.“Sure.”
“Order something,” Maverick said, unbuttoning his shirt.
“What do you want?”I called, walking over to the phone.
“Whatever you want.I already ate,” he said, closing the bathroom door.
“Right.”I would rather eat at home with underwear on.Maverick was in the shower when my phone rang.I expected it to be Margo looking for Maverick.But the name Mr.X flashed across the screen.Julian.I closed the bedroom door before answering the phone.“Cassidy’s training facility.”
