Page 85 of Wicked Little Secret

Maverick

He didn’t know how to proceed.

It felt like she was giving him signals—something his cock was more than happy about, but they’d just agreed to a truce… wouldn’t sex complicate things?

It seemed like every time they had sex they ended up further apart. He didn’t want to jeopardize the good feelings between them right now.

But she was so fucking beautiful as she stared up at him with her big hazel eyes.

He decided just to be honest with her.

“I really want to ask you to come to my room, but I don’t want to screw up the good thing we seem to have going right now.”

“You think if we had sex that would screw it up?”

“It seems to be our pattern.”

She suggestively ran her index finger along his chest. “Well, we’ve never called a truce before.”

Maverick ran his hands down her sides and around her backside to grab two handfuls of flesh as he pulled her tight against him. “That’s true. We haven’t.”

Subtly grinding her hips against his while she wrapped her arms around his neck, she murmured, “Just think of all the peace treaty negotiations we could have if we were naked.”

He pressed his hard cock against her. “Oh, being naked with you is pretty much all I can think about right now.”

“We seem to have an accord then.”

He swooped her up in a bridal carry and strode to his room.

“I feel like I’m over a month late doing this.”

“Maybe, but things were different on our wedding night. For starters, I hadn’t been cleared for intercourse, so I understand why you didn’t. Although, we could have done other things.”

Why hadn’t he done those other things? They should have been intimate on their wedding night. Maybe if he’d made it special, they wouldn’t be in the boat they were in.

Hindsight was twenty-twenty.

“I didn’t want to push you. I was trying to be respectful”

A seductive smile crossed her lips. “I think we’ve proven I don’t mind being pushed and disrespected a little.”

Maverick carefully set her down on the bed.

“Yeah, I know thatnow. Although tonight, I’d like to make love to you, if you don’t mind.”

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Olivia

Nope. Uh-uh. They weren’t going there.

There would be no love anything between them. It would be too confusing for her.

“How about we makelike, and you pull my hair as you fuck me hard?”

He considered that for a long moment, until finally he replied, “Yeah, we can do that.”

Olivia reached behind her to unzip her dress, letting it fall in a heap at her ankles—suddenly glad she’d foregone the shapewear she’d been considering. She hadn’t been sure how the night was going to end, but decided to be prepared, just in case.

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