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We walked down the stairs. A holiday jingle was playing from somewhere in the basement, growing louder with every creaking step we took.
“This is equal parts creepy and cool,” Mav said behind me.
“Welcome to my job.”
“What’s the creepiest case you’ve ever worked on?”
I looked over my shoulder and arched a brow. “You sure you want to hear about that now?”
“…Maybe let’s wait until we’re out of the basement,” he said with a laugh.
“Good idea, especially considering it was a case involving a sadistic clown gang who had secretly taken up residence in someone’s basement.”
Maverick’s hand let go of mine and his footsteps changed as he turned to go back upstairs. “Alright, well you have fun down there.”
I laughed and reached up for Mav, grabbing his wrist. He turned those big expressive eyes toward me, a smile half-cocked on his handsome face. God, I could spend all fucking day kissing those lips, tracing them with a finger— or with something much bigger than my finger. “Relax,” I said, rubbing a thumb over Maverick’s wrist. “I’m joking, I’m joking.”
“So there wasn’t a sadistic clown gang secretly living in a basement?”
“Exactly,” I said. Maverick started coming down the steps again. “They lived in the attic.”
“Are you fuc—“
“Kidding, kidding.” I wasn’t, but I figured I could explain the story later, when we weren’t rummaging through an oversized mansion that looked like Santa’s wettest of wet dreams. With the way things were going between Mav and me, I fully expected to have plenty of time in the future to talk shit about whatever the hell we wanted. Usually I tried to avoid thinking about the future, especially when men were involved. For some reason, anyone with a dick and balls tended to royally fuck up any kind of plans I had set up in my head, derailing them with their big ol’ dick and balls swinging all over the place.
Not Maverick, though. I couldn’t see anything derailing us. We could face an apocalypse, an alien invasion, a secret baby, whatever the hell the world threw at us, I felt like we could handle. There wasn’t any describing it, considering I’d been with him for a decently short time… but still, I really did feel like we were equipped to deal with anything together.
Not that any of that can actually happen.
The multi-colored Christmas lights lead us down into the basement, which had been converted into a labyrinth of skinny Christmas trees, all of them decorated similarly with big crystal balls painted blue and gold. The entrance to the maze was at the base of the stairs, where a wooden plaque read: Enter at your own risk.
“Shall we?” Maverick asked, stepping into the maze with a mischievous glitter in his eyes.
“We shall,” I said, squeezing his hand and stepping in with him. The trees were tall enough to barely scrape the low ceiling, making it impossible for us to see that far ahead. I let Maverick lead on this one.
We took a left and then a sharp right and another left and—ended up right where we started. The smell of pine and cinnamon filled the air, infusing every bit of this basement with the holiday season. I held onto Mav’s hand and followed him back in again. This time, the turns he made placed us deeper in the maze, dumping us into a particularly large section with a sign pointing up.
“Well, well, well,” I said, spotting the mistletoe hanging directly above us. “Looks like they got us.”
Maverick turned to me, eyes glowing and smile growing. “No wonder the entrance told us to enter at our own risk.”
“Yeah, because you risked getting to kiss these lips, huh?”
Maverick licked his before grabbing my hips, our bodies naturally pulling together. “I don’t mind gambling for a kiss.”
I gave it to him, holding nothing back, really kissed him. I worked my tongue around his, tasting him—dominating him. My hand cupped his face as my kiss unraveled the both of us. I breathed him in, pressing my body against his. A certain kind of heat spread between every point of touch between us. It was a heat with thorns that buried in deep and only grew hotter as the kiss grew more intense.
The heat spread, flames stretching down my spine and fueling the fires between my legs. I was rock-fucking-hard and I could feel Maverick was, too. I moved my hips and ground myself on him with my lips still locked around his. He answered my grinding with a delicious moan.
I pulled him harder onto me, sliding my hand under the waistband of his jeans and feeling his bare ass on the palm of my hand. I throbbed against him, my pants feeling extremely bothersome at the moment. If only we could—
A sound from the entrance to the maze made us jump apart. We stayed quiet for a moment but didn’t hear any other voices. I licked my lips, unable to stop smiling as I took Maverick in.
