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FORTY-EIGHT

Maverick

Kinsley stands and stretches her arms above her head. Her T-shirt creeps up her abdomen, exposing a delicious strip of skin. She is my kryptonite, and I want nothing more than to lay her down and feast on her for hours, but tonight isn’t about sex. It’s me wanting to do something nice for this woman I’m pretty sure I’m falling for.

I’ve never wanted to take care of a female before, but damn if I don’t want to do it for her. And that includes reluctantly making my way up to my apartment to jerk off in the shower and fall asleep in my bed all alone.

So, I stand, stretch my limbs, fully intending to be a gentleman, when she places her hand on my chest, her fingers curling in the fabric. “Maverick.”

The way she says my name has my dick hard in an instant, and I can’t help the groan that rumbles through my chest. “You’re making it real hard to leave, firecracker.”

“Who says you have to?” Her fingers walk up my chest, and the coy smile she gives has me throwing every good intention out the window.

“Are you inviting me to stay the night?”

She shrugs, completely oblivious that she has me by the balls. “Maybe.”

With one more of those devilish smiles, she takes off toward her room and like the chihuahua I am, I dutifully follow behind. At least from this vantage point, I can stare at the way her jeans mold around her perfect heart-shaped ass.

As soon as I walk in her room, she shuts the door behind us, flicks the lock, and leans against the wood. Her eyes roam up and down my body and she nibbles on the nail of her thumb. “There’s something I want to try.”

“What is it?”

“Well…” Her eyes flick down to my cock, and her tongue darts out, licking across that pouty bottom lip. “I’ve never… I want to taste you.”

My entire body is on edge at her implication. The thought of her on her knees, my cock sliding down her pretty throat almost has me coming in my pants like an overly hormonal teenage boy.

But I need her to confirm before I take it out and wave it at her face. “You want to suck my dick?”

Please, for the love of all things holy, let her say yes.

She stares at me for several beats, the air around us growing thicker, hotter, weighing down on my shoulders. There’s an electricity zipping between us, one I’ve never felt with anyone else. Our connection is intense, combustible, and I’d gladly let it swallow me whole.

That smile is back, stretching across her face, but she still hasn’t said anything. This is pure torture.

Finally—fucking finally—she nods and drops to her knees in front of me.

I’ve never considered myself a devout man, but having Kinsley on her knees before me, her bright blue eyes laced with heat, is a whole ass religious experience.

She blinks up at me, her hands moving up my thighs, and I do whatever I can to keep from embarrassing myself. I think about various court documents, the list of assets I wrote out today, and old court cases I studied in law school. It does fuck all to deflate my dick.

Jesus.

I’m going to blow my load as soon as she wraps her lips around me.

Her nail taps against my zipper, her tongue pressing against the inside of one cheek. “Is that okay? I may not be very good?—”

“There’s nothing you could do that I wouldn’t like. Trust me.” I lean forward and rest my hands on her door, boxing her in. If I could move, I’d insist on taking this to her bed, but I can’t. I’m surprised I’m still standing.

Kinsley works slow, unbuttoning my pants and lowering the zipper. My hands are clenched against the wood, my jaw is tight, and hell, I’ve got my entire body on lockdown.

But this is her first time, and I’m going to let her take her time—even if it fucking kills me—and there’s a good chance it might.

She tugs down my pants and boxer briefs, and the very fucking second her hand touches my skin, I let out a loud groan. It’s not one of my prouder moments. I’m falling apart at the seams.

“Fuck,” I grunt, my entire body tensing up as she slides her tongue along the underside of my cock.

She’s hesitant at first. A lick here, a kiss there, another lick along the head, tasting the precum leaking out the tip.

My fingers flex with the need to sink into the red mess of curls falling around her head, but I resist. This is her show. She’s in charge. She doesn’t need me fucking her throat like an animal because I can’t find an ounce of control.

Control that flies out the window as soon as her lips close around me. She sucks me into her mouth, and I can’t help the feral growl that busts out of my lungs. I sound like a tortured animal and fuck, I’m not sure I’ve ever made a noise like that in my life.

She immediately pulls back, her eyes shimmering with concern. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, fuck… Your mouth feels too good.” I run my hand down the side of her face, skimming that silky red hair of hers when she surges forward and enthusiastically sucks me between her lips.

She works up and down my shaft, licking and sucking, using the barest amount of teeth, just enough to make my toes curl. My hand tightens in her hair as she takes me to the back of her throat and gags.

Fuck me.

I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long. I deserve a medal.

“You suck me so well.” Too well. My legs are already trembling, struggling to hold my weight, and a faint tingle is building up at the base of my spine. “You gagging on my cock is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes are watering, mascara streaming down her face as she tries to take my dick down her throat again. She chokes on me, and instead of trying a third time, she grabs my base with her hand and strokes my shaft while she sucks on my head.

Fuck.

She’s working me so fucking good, her tongue swirling around the tip, her hand working my cock. Faster. Harder.

“I’m so close, baby. So close. If you don’t want my cum down that pretty throat of yours, you need to—fuck.”

Instead of backing off, she takes me deeper, her contented hum sealing my fate.

My legs shake, my balls tighten, and I almost black out as I empty inside her mouth.

I can’t move, I can’t breathe. Thank God this door is here or I’d have fallen to the ground, lifeless, soulless. That was hands-down the best orgasm of my life.

This fucking little minx pulls off my dick with a pop, and I sink to the floor in front of her.

My girl looks like a mess. A black trail of mascara runs down each cheek, her mouth is swollen, and her eyes glisten with tears. She leans back and smiles up at me, her tongue darting out to clean up the drops of cum from her bottom lip.

I frame her face with my hands and swipe under her eyes with my thumbs. Kinsley Rhodes might be a mess, but she’s mine, and I’m selfish enough to never let her go.

I’d like to say I’m falling for this woman, but I’m positive I already have.

Her blue eyes shimmer as she blinks a few times and winds her arms around my neck, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Was that okay?”

With a curse, I gather her in my arms, and stroke my fingers through her red waves. “Sweetheart, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Give me a few more seconds to hold you, and then I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.” I take a deep breath, letting her strawberry scent wash over me.

“You’ll stay?” She pulls back just enough for me to see her eyes soften.

“Of course. You’re going to have to kick me out of your bed.”

She huffs a laugh and nuzzles into my neck. She has no idea how true those words are. I’m fifteen years older and her boss, but I fucking love this woman with my entire being. I just hope we can all find a way to make this work.