Page 27 of Man Hunt


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“See?”

He dropped my hand, then reached up, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I was too stunned to retreat or respond.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” His voice was deep and low as if telling me a secret.

Oh my God.

Slowly, he leaned in. He was waiting for me to tell him no and I couldn’t say it. He brushed his lips with mine. I wanted him to kiss me. God, did I.

His lips were soft. Gentle. A caress.

Then he groaned.

Then they weren’t. Gentle or a caress. His lips settled on mine. Claimed. Devoured. His big hand cupped the back of my neck, the other circling my waist and pulling me in tight. I felt every hard inch of him, including that super-sized cock pressing into my belly.

I moaned–because what woman wouldn’t moan from a Maverick James kiss–and his tongue plunged. Found mine.

Holy shit. Now this was a kiss.

The world spun and I felt the wall at my back as he pressed me against it. Maverick’s leg nestled between mine, then lifted so I was practically riding his hard thigh.

No, I was actually riding it. One big hand hooked behind my knee to lift my leg even further and I wrapped both of them around his waist. He was so large I couldn’t cross my ankles. His hands cupped my butt and rolled me into him. Through our jeans, his dick rubbed just right over my clit.

I was wild and needy and craved the contact because if we kept this up, I might come. I felt small and protected. Desired. “God, you’re big,” I murmured. “I mean… not–”

“Compared to you, baby, fuck, you’re tiny,” he countered, kissing along my jaw to my ear. Then a spot behind it and holy crap, was this what it was supposed to feel like?

“Oh,” I whispered, angling my head for him because I was so turned on and we were only kissing. His scent swirled around me. Dark and I couldn’t think enough to describe it.

“Baby. Fuck, you feel so good.” His soft breath fanned my heated skin. “I’m going to be the man to make you come.”

That was so hot and so… oh my God. It was just what I had been thinking, but him saying those words aloud made me remember.

“Wait. No. Wait. Stop.”

Maverick lifted his head and he lowered me to my feet and stepped back. A tiny bit.

“What’s the matter?” He wasn’t touching me in any way, but I could feel the heat radiating from him. My nipples tingled from lack of contact.

“I… what you said.” I licked my lips.

An aroused Maverick had a flush to his cheeks. A wildness to his gaze. Slick lips. Ragged breathing.

“What?” His dark eyes were fixed on my mouth.

“Why did you say you were the one to make me come?”

“Because no one has before, right?” He eyed me with clear determination, that this was a problem he wanted to solve. Could solve. I was a math whiz, but I had a feeling Maverick was a genius with a woman’s body.

“What I wrote on the sex quiz,” I whispered, clarifying that he knew secrets about me because of it. Ones I hadn’t wanted to share. Suddenly, I felt ashamed all over again. I’d lost my head. Like in Boston. I was so smart that sometimes I saw things too closely, too clearly, that everything on the periphery was a blur. Like reasons why people did things. Professor Diego had used that weakness to get what he wanted. I’d thought he wanted me, not my work. Jason had also wanted my brain to do his work for him. He wanted to have sex with me, not because of me, but because I had the holes he liked to fuck. I meant nothing to him. I’d meant nothing to Professor Diego.

I’d vowed to learn from my mistakes, returning to Hunter Valley with my tail between my legs, ashamed. I’d hid, tried my best to not attract attention of assholes like Jason and what they wanted from me by wearing plain clothes. By hiding my femininity. It hadn’t worked because I hadn’t missed the things he told Maverick. That he liked my ass and tits, even beneath baggy clothes.

I didn’t think Maverick was like Jason or Professor Diego, but I’d only met him this morning. Not even twelve hours earlier. And I’d spilled coffee all over him and because of me, he had to stay in Montana. If I’d been a guy, Jason wouldn’t have behaved as he had and wouldn’t have been fired. Maverick would be heading back to corporate and his regularly scheduled life.

It made no sense, his interest. Why would a guy like Maverick James, handsome billionaire, want me after all that had happened?

The answer was the sex quiz. I’d given him the inside knowledge on how to fuck me. A printed report.

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