Page 48 of Finding Forever

Imagining his view turned me on more than anything had a right to. A soft smack landed against my right check and then my left one.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he groaned, using his hands to lift my hips up. “Give me your pillow.”

When he got it, he placed it under my torso, creating an arch that exposed me to the cool air in my room. But that lasted only a matter of seconds before Maverick was inside of me, his erection stretching me in the most delicious way. I wanted to scream, but instead bit down on my other pillow as he plowed into me.

Skin smacking against skin was the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. Maverick rammed into me with powerful downward strokes that made me see stars and worship the man who possessed the skills to bring me to such heights.

He lowered himself until he was laying directly on top of me. The brunt of his weight was still supported by his forearms, but I could feel his chest against my back while he thrusted in and out of me.

“Maverick,” I whined. The sound was muffled, but I was sure he still heard it. I had to call on supernatural willpower not to scream his name when he rotated his hips, creating a dizzying amount of friction against my overly sensitive clit.

“You’re coming for me, baby?” he asked against my ear when the telltale signs of my orgasm started up. My walls clenched him for dear life, pulling a guttural moan from deep in his throat as I fought against the inevitable.

Another wave of pleasure crashed into me, successfully snatching any words that I might have been able to form under different circumstances. Behind me, Maverick didn’t slow his strokes or miss a single beat. Even with my walls contracting around him, he maintained his relentless rhythm.

I was soaked by now and I knew I would have to change my sheets, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was Maverick reaching his peak, because I knew it would rock me into the stratosphere, creating even more pleasure for me in the process.

When he erupted, I pushed my hips back into him so that there wasn’t even a breath of air separating our bodies. I ground my hips from beneath him and took satisfaction in the jerky movements that followed.

“I think I’m getting addicted to you.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” I purred, rolling over to look at him. He was now lying beside me on the bed as we recovered from the frenzied lovemaking.

“It wasn’t a complaint,” he laughed, pulling me into his arms.

Warmth crept over me. And even though we’d just finished, being face to face with him had me ready to go again. I’d never experienced such an attraction to anyone before. Maverick had unlocked a rapturous side to lovemaking that I’d never experienced.

“I told Enrick I’d be back in two hours.” He eyed the clock on my nightstand. “Which means I still have another hour to make sure you don’t fall asleep missing me tonight.”

Gina

The smile on my face following that night stayed there for three days. Three days so blissful that even Sera’s annoying pestering didn’t bother me. Maverick had gotten under my skin with each passing day, and I couldn’t say I wanted it any other way.

All those warm, fuzzy feelings came to a screeching halt when the door to the dental office opened and Chris strolled in like he belonged there. There was an expression on his face that unleashed a nauseating wave of dread in my stomach.

What is he doing here? He walked right over to my desk and dropped a file folder on top of it.

“Chris,” I said slowly. “What are you doing here?”

“Open it,” he directed, inclining his head toward the folder that had just splattered on my desktop. The papers were peeking from the sides and my curiosity was spiked enough to reach for it.

“Petition for Change of Custody.” I read the heading on the form aloud before I realized what I was reading.

My eyes flew over the form in total disbelief before I looked back up at him.

“Chris, what is this?”

Triumph was written all over his face and I felt sick to my stomach.

“What kind of sick game are you playing, Chris? Full custody? That’s what you want?”

“Nothing about this is a game, Gina. I want my son to be raised in the best environment.”

Scoffing, I dropped the paper in my hand as if it had suddenly been engulfed in flames. My hand shook, and I tried to mask the tremor by digging my nails into my palms.

“The best environment?” I spat at him. “What’s that? An environment where his father barely has time for him? Is that better than the love and safety that my mother and I provide for him day in and day out?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about your environment being safe,” he spat back with a shake of his head.

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