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Bridget Beckett
“Oh. My. God.” It was a quiz just like the one I sent him, but it seemed he reorganized the questions so I knew right away it was about me. No, him and me. Together.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how kinky you are?
I’ll do anything from sweet to wild. I can do slow all the way up to fuck her in front of others. If Bridget has a need, it’s my job to meet it.
“Fuck me in front of others?” I whispered to Scout, who tilted his head toward me.
Dropping the bone on the seat, he hopped into my lap as if he wanted to read it with me.
“Oof. You are short, but you’re not a little dog,” I told him, shifting his body so his butt was by the window and not in my face.
Setting my hand on his furry back, I kept reading.
Now I knew why Maverick worried I’d run. This was unbelievably inappropriate for work, and I’d only read two answers. Fireable. And naughty. The kiss the night before had been one thing but learning about Maverick’s darkest fantasies was hot.
So I pushed on. Duh.
What’s the one thing you wish to get from your partner?
Everything. No holding back. I want to know everything about Bridget. What color her nipples are. Where she’s ticklish. If she shivers when I lick the inside of her thigh. The sound of her moan. What she looks like when she takes my big dick for the first time. If it’ll make her squirm.
Holy shit. I fanned myself because that was insanely hot and nothing the board of directors of James Corp should know about. That’s why he sent it. This took you show me yours and I’ll show you mine to a different level. I sent mine to him by mistake. He sent his to me on purpose.
What’s your darkest fantasy?
I can’t pick one. Bending Bridget over my bed as I wrap her hair around my fist. I’ll fuck her from behind as I admire a green gem topped plug in her ass. Telling her she’s a good girl for taking my dick so well and she’ll spread her legs to take even more.
Um… what? Okay, maybe.
Watching as she tries to take all of me down her throat. Tears would well in her eyes because I’m too much but still opening wider because she knows I love it. Bridget climbing in my lap and working herself onto my dick. I’ll watch her face as I cram her little pussy full. Too full that it hurts a little as my baby comes. Bridget sitting on my face and I suck on her aching clit as I finger fuck her until she screams, then squirts all over me.
Squirts? I couldn’t even come for a man, let alone squirt. Could he do that? I wasn’t sure about squirting, but he could definitely get me to squirm, because I was doing that right now.
Seeing her take off her cum soaked panties knowing she was covered in me all day… and asking me to be filled up with more. My baby on the kitchen counter, spread wide and–
The driver side door opened and I jumped. Maverick settled into the driver’s seat, then leaned to the side and tugged the bone from beneath him. He tossed it in the back and Scout went after it, his little claws digging into my thighs.
Maverick set the bag of food at my feet but kept his dark eyes locked on mine. They couldn’t hide how vulnerable he felt. This email was dangerous for him. Professionally, the email was suicide. Personally, he put it all out there. Unless he moonlighted as an erotic author, he really was sharing what he wanted to do with me. To me. For only knowing each other twenty-four hours, he’d spent a lot of time fantasizing. About me.
We could fuck or I could fuck him over.
He was leaving it up to me. Trusting me. Just as he wanted me to trust him in return.
It was a strange dichotomy, his intention versus his words. He’d made it so I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, or worried my email mistake would affect my employment. He was a gentleman. Protective, even. But he wanted to put a plug in my butt and fuck me from behind. Not a gentleman.
“Baby?” he murmured, seemingly losing patience for me to make a decision.
“Why did you write this?” I wondered.
“Because you needed something to feel safe. If me admitting what I want to do with you will do that, then it’s worth it.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You know that kind of doesn’t make sense.” I took a moment to think about it all. “You’re not firing me. You’re not mad that I sent the email. You laughed off the coffee spill and you’re not mad that you have to stay in Hunter Valley since it was my fault Jason was fired.”
He sighed and the muscles in his body relaxed. A big hand settled on my thigh, his palm on my bare skin, his fingers on my shorts. “Let’s go down your list. I’m not firing you. I’m not mad about the email. Thank you for spilling coffee on me. If not for that, I wouldn’t have the coolest dog ever.”
I hadn’t thought about that. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Scout sitting in the middle of the back seat watching us.
