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When Stephanie canted her pelvis, it increased the sensations, so she did it again and again until she was riding his hand without shame.
“That’s it, babe, help me fuck this sweet pussy. Christ, I wish it were my mouth on you right now. Bet you taste so fucking sweet.”
She groaned and pumped her hips faster. His mouth was lethal without even touching her skin. She might not survive it if he got it on her pussy.
Good thing it would never happen.
After a few more seconds, he switched tactics and pressed his thumb directly on her clit. Stephanie surged toward orgasm and ground herself against him.
“Close, babe?” His breath tickled her ear.
“Yes, yes, yes. Just a little mo—oh!” She thrust against his palm as her pussy clung to his fingers. The climax crested over her like a wave knocking her down and tumbling her through the surf. She fought for breath as though she really was drowning until the sea calmed and her body settled.
“Exactly what I needed,” Maverick said as he withdrew his fingers.
Steph couldn’t help but chuckle. “What you needed? I think we can both agree I was the one who got what I needed.”
“Hmm.” Maverick lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked the middle one clean. She watched him over her shoulder fascinated by how open and unabashed he was with his sexuality. “Shit. That was a bad idea. Thought I wanted to eat you before, but now that I’ve had a taste, I’m fucking dying for it.”
After guiding her back down to the bed, Maverick slipped his hand under her shirt and cupped her breast. Spooned around her once again, he settled his face into the crook of her neck.
Stephanie had never felt so safe, so desired, so cared for.
It was a dangerous game. A slippery slope that led straight to disaster.
“Sleep, Steph. All the problems can wait until tomorrow.”
Advice she’d take if only because she had no choice. She’d already made the mistakes. Tomorrow would come and so would the repercussions. No use worrying about them now.
“Um, Mav, you need something from me?” she asked. His erection pressed long and hard along her spine. The thing had to be uncomfortable. If he were feeling half the need she was, he’d be in unsatisfied purgatory.
“Nah, babe. Got what I wanted tonight. I’m fucking perfect.”
With that declaration, he fell asleep.
Stephanie closed her eyes as well, reveling in the magic that was Maverick. How was it possible that the biggest mistake of her life was also the greatest pleasure?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“ALL RIGHT, ALL right. Settle your asses down.” Copper banged his fist on the table and waited for the guys to stop yammering. A few groans had Copper chuckling, the pounding of his fist no doubt echoing through more than one hungover head.
Apparently, Maverick had missed an epic party the night before. A celebration of his return and Shark’s demise. While technically, he was the guest of honor, the brothers didn’t seem to care that he hadn’t graced them with his presence. Typical. Give them whiskey, pussy, and some loud as hell hard rock, and they were good to go until dawn.
On a typical night, Mav would have been right there with them, collecting women by the dozen, but he didn’t have a flicker of regret for missing out. No, he’d been perfectly happy draped all over Steph and trying to sleep with his never-ending hard-on.
Hadn’t been easy.
But it had sure been worth it.
Her pussy had been soaked.
And tight.
And warm.
The three requirements of a perfect fuck. And even though his fingers were the only part of him to get any action, it’d been perfect.
Man, that sounded sappy. Like he was some kind of chick. The doctor swore he didn’t have a brain injury. But if he was going to keep thinking about Stephanie and perfection, he might need a second opinion.
“Okay,” Copper said once the room had quieted. “This is gonna be a quick meeting. Only one item to discuss, then a vote.” He scratched his chin through the ridiculously bushy beard. Shell must have been too busy to be around the clubhouse much the past week because she usually bitched at Copper until he trimmed it. The prez always grumbled about her riding his ass over stupid stuff, but he relented and gave her anything she wanted, every time.
Well, almost anything she wanted. For years she’d been after the ultimate prize: Copper himself. The woman had to be crazy to want to take on that growly beast, but Shell had been smitten with him since she was a teen, if rumors were to be believed. For some reason, the red-headed giant wouldn’t admit he was just as in love with the sweet, single-mom who’d grown up in the club.
“What’s up, Prez?” Jig asked.
“Y’all know what Shark did to Maverick’s arm, burning the piss out of it and destroying his Handlers’ brand.”
