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“Nah, we got it. I’ll call you over if we need anything,” I say as I pull Tanner over toward the first row of mattresses.

“Just try them out, see which one you like best,” I tell her as I let go of her hand.

“You try them. It’s your bed, Maverick.” She rolls those pretty green eyes.

“Our bed.” I corrected.

I take a seat at the edge of the one in front of me. “This one ain’t bad.” I pat the spot next to me for her to sit down.

She sits and bounces a little. Then runs her hand across the fabric.

“I want one that is durable.” I lean back on my hands and glance over at her.

She gives me the side eye. “What kind was your last one?” She asks. “It was pretty durable considering the amount of action it got.”

“It was a Casper.” I lean over and brush my lips against her ear. “But I think we are going to need one a little more durable than that one.” I whisper.

“Why’s that?” I can see her chest rising and falling with every breath taken.

“I think you know why, Vix.” I run my nose down the side of her neck and she closes her eyes. “I may have had a lot of women in my bed, but I’ve never fucked anyone like I’m going to fuck you.”

She gasps and shoots up to her feet. Her eyes roam the room like she hopes no one just heard what I whispered in her ear.

I grin and stand up beside her. “Let’s check out the next one.”

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