Page 88 of Wicked Little Secret

He walked into the family room wearing a big smile, asking, “Is your mommy teaching you how to roll over?” as he sat on the other side of the baby.

Sawyer rewarded him immediately with a toothless grin.

Olivia blew her bangs from her forehead. “I’m not doing a very good job. So far he’s just laughed at me.”

Maverick laid down and did his own demonstration—to the delight of his little boy, and judging by her laughter, his wife.

It was going to be a good day.

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Olivia

They spent the next hour playing with their son, then she nursed him while Maverick disappeared into his office with a cup of coffee and a breakfast bar.

At noon Sawyer went down for a nap, so she knocked on the open door to his office. He was sitting at his desk with his glasses on the end of his nose while he stared at the computer screen. She loved that look on him. It made him look distinguished.

“Do you want lunch?”

He flipped the glasses on top of his head, sat back in his chair, and blatantly ran his gaze down her body, then back up to meet her eyes. “I do.”

She felt a zing in her lady parts. He was so damn sexy he could turn her on with just a look and two words.

Olivia was both afraid and exhilarated to ask, “What would you like?”

Maverick tossed his glasses on the blotter as he stood and came around his desk to snake an arm around her waist.

“Guess,” he whispered, then leaned down to plant his lips on hers.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her body against his as their tongues began to tangle. She shamelessly ground her pussy against his hard cock, cursing the fabric that was between them.

When he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled her toward the leather couch in the sitting area of his office, she let out a contented sigh.

She offered an ankle for him to take her jeans off, and with a wink, he obliged, then dropped between her thighs.

“Why darlin’,” he said with a grin as he ran a finger down her seam. “It appears you’re already wet for me.”

Olivia closed her eyes and shamelessly spread her knees wider when she felt his hot breath on her center. “Huh, I wonder how that happened.”

Planting kisses on the inside of her thigh, he asked, “I wonder if you taste as good as you look?”

She dug her fingers into his short hair to pull him closer.

He seemed intent on going slow and teasing her until she whispered a reminder, “Juanita should be here soon.”

“Dammit. I better eat fast, then, so I can fuck you for dessert.”

He wasted no time and buried his face in her pussy; licking and sucking as he pressed two fingers inside her. With his other hand, he pulled the hood on her clit back and flicked his tongue rapidly along her exposed nub.

Lifting her back off the couch, she let out a long moan as she felt her body temperature start to rise.

“Just like that, Mav. Oh god, just like that.”

He responded by increasing the tempo of his fingers to match his tongue, and she felt her climax start to roll over her body.

“Don’t stop,” she implored. “Please don’t stop.”

She heard him take a deep breath through his nose before he doubled his efforts.

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