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I moved lower, nudged her knees wide and settled between them again.
“Mav, what–”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it better,” I said, right before I kissed her hot, swollen pussy. Licked it and gently brought her to not one, but two more orgasms.
She was a sweaty, whimpering mess when I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then settled onto my back. She was so small, I pulled her on top of me, my hard dick nestled between her thighs. She wouldn’t need a blanket with my heat.
“Mav,” she said finally.
“Hmm?” Absently, I ran a hand up and down her back.
“Why me? Why now? I mean, you’re older and–”
“You saying I’m too old for you, baby?” I asked.
She shook her head against my chest. “No, but you’re… you. Why haven’t you been taken?” she wondered.
I stilled, stared up at the coffered ceiling.
“I think I was waiting for you.” I didn’t know why I said that, but… it was true.
Maybe I had been living my life until it was time to find Bridget Beckett.
35
BRIDGET
* * *
“Where were you?” Lindy asked, coming out of the kitchen.
I hadn’t even shut the door behind me before she asked.
She moved to the front window, saw Mav drive off.
“Is that… is that your boss?” she asked, eyes wide.
I felt like I was floating on a cloud of happiness and Lindy was ruining it.
Oh my God. Last night. And this morning. My pussy ached and I was beyond happy and sated and… yeah.
“Maverick James. Yes.”
Her judging gaze raked over me. “Oh my God. You spent the night with him.”
I was sure I looked like I was thoroughly ravaged, my hair a mess and I was sure he’d left another hickey on me somewhere she could see.
“He’s your boss!”
“Don’t make me feel bad about this, Lind,” I said, shutting the door. I’d let go of my insecurities, my fear of being with a guy. I’d let go. Let my mind go blank and just… be. Mav knew what I needed and magically–and skillfully–gave it to me.
“You can’t be serious. Do you know how old he is?” She asked, waving her arms. With her wet hair and robe, she must’ve just gotten out of the shower.
“Yes.”
“You’re twenty-two years old.”
She was scolding me like I was sixteen and snuck out to go to a party.
