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“Are you going to come for me, naughty girl?”
“Mmm hmm,” she whimpered.
“That’s it,” he demanded. “Come on my fingers like my naughty little slut.”
Her body went taut, her pussy clenched so tight around his fingers he couldn’t move them, then she cried, “Oh my god,” as her body spasmed.
It was sexy as hell.
When the last twitch of her orgasm subsided, he pressed his cock into her entrance, his climax not far behind hers. He pumped into her, pleasure rushing through him in a dizzying wave.
Holding her hips tight as he roared his release, he felt her pussy quiver around his dick as she came again.
He dropped his forehead to her back while he caught his breath.
“I think that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” she purred under him.
“Me too, darlin’.”
He knew the night he met Olivia that she had a bratty, submissive streak; he just hadn’t seen it again—until today. He liked it. A lot. And he looked forward to exploring it with her for, say, the next fifty years.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Maverick
Things went back to semi-normal once they got out of bed. He was happy to note that she picked up her shoes as she walked down the hall.
After nursing the baby, she brought him downstairs, where Maverick promptly took him, and father and son sat on the couch together to have a spirited conversation.
Olivia watched from the other end of the couch, her eyes smiling as she took another video. Between the two of them, they’d acquired more pictures and video of their six-week-old son than Maverick’s parents probably took throughout his entire childhood.
When Sawyer let out a happy squeal and flailed his arms and legs, they both laughed out loud and beamed proudly, like their son had just ended world hunger.
Soon he dozed off again and Maverick laid him down on the quilt she’d spread on the floor.
The cats came by to sniff him, like they did on occasion, but quickly opted to sit on the back of the couch and bat Olivia’s hair that she’d put up in a messy bun.
“You guys are weird,” Maverick said to the felines.
“They really are. At first I thought they were glad to be sleeping with me again, but I think they’ve secretly been plotting my demise so they can have the room all to themselves once more.”
“That’s not going to be a problem.”
She tilted her head. “It’s not?”
“I mean, I thought… after this afternoon, you’d want to sleep in our room again.”
He was careful not to call ithisroom.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Maverick’s jaw clenched. When he realized what he was doing, he consciously relaxed and tried to remain calm when he asked, “Why not?”
“Sharing a bedroom makes things blurry.”
Blurry? What the fuck did that mean?
“I need more information, darlin’.”
