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Sweat covers my skin.

“I need to see your face when you come; flip over,” Maverick growls. As he pulls out, I wince, but I love the sweet sting it leaves behind.

Flipping onto my back, I spread my legs, I track his movements as he settles between my thighs. His cock in hand, I watch in fascination as he looks down to my ass, watching as he slides his dick back inside me.

Just like me he is sweating, his skin carrying a blush that makes him have a glow about him. Biting his lip, he sinks inside.

“Oh shit. That is some good ass, baby.”

His hands move to the backs of my knees, keeping me open for him, while he starts to fuck me again. His gaze comes to my face, and we stare at each other, taking in the deep pleasure that we are experiencing.

I love his dark eyes, they make him look intense when he is fucking, or in a bad mood.

“Shit,” I pant. His balls slap against my ass.

“Going to come,” he grunts.

“Fuck, come on me, damn it. Mark me.” I moan.

He slams into me a few more times, before he pulls out, ripping off the condom and pumps his hand up and down his cock, until he growls my name, as spiral after spiral of cum hits my chest, my stomach, and my cock.

Before he has even finished covering me with his cum, he grips my cock and starts pumping. My balls tighten even more.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, as my climax takes over.

“Like that,” I hear him say as my cum mixes with his on my body.

With both of us panting, Maverick lies on the bed next to me. My chest heaves as does his. I reach over the side of the bed and pick up my t-shirt and clean us both off.

“It is not the best but it will do for now.” I chuckle.

He slings his arm over my stomach, his leg over my thigh, and I have to say I like this. This feeling that he stirs inside of me.

“You got all hot and sexy when I said Darcy’s name.” It is not a question, but he gets it.

“I did. I liked the image that popped into my head. She would look good between us,” is all he says.

“She would.” I sigh.

“What?” He shifts up on his elbow, looking down at me.

“Is it too soon to bring a woman between us? I have done this before, Mav, and it didn’t end well for me,” I tell him.

“Maybe, but I am willing to take that risk, babe. I saw the connection between you, and fuck me, I liked what I saw, but I felt something with her too.”

He kisses me, then lies back down, leaving me to my thoughts. I have to run the risk of everything that might happen if we do this with her, that is, if she is into this kind of thing. She may not be and that is something we will cross when the time comes.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

MAVERICK

Closing my laptop, I lean back in my chair, scrubbing my hands over my face; I am fucking tired. So fucking tired.

It has been nearly a week since the punks robbed Darcy. Between working on tracking down scammers for a client, I have been looking into the punk-ass crew that thinks that is it a fucking game to hold up small businesses with guns and knives.

The police never seem to get there in time, so we are thinking that they have spotters. They are scum fuckers who watch for the police then they radio through to the crew inside, giving them time enough to run. Before Darcy’s shop got hit, there was one other case, but like hers, the police have nothing.

Splitting my time between the two cases, Astrid has helped me a fuck load but there is only so much she can do with a young daughter, and I would never keep her from Miss Adley.

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