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He grinned as he glanced over at me. “Pursuing you?” He sighed. “You make it sound so heavy. Pursuing. Like I’ve got big plans. Here’s a tip about me: I don’t have big plans. I don’t even have little plans. I try to get the best out of every day. I mean, what are you even doinghere in my car? Oh well, I guess you can come over if you want. I think I’d like that.”
I smirked. “‘Cuz that’s believable…”
He smiled and shrugged, and the car went quiet again for a few moments. “Okay, okay. You wanna know the truth?”
“Uh… yeah, sure,” I deadpanned.
“Here’s the truth.” He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out in one long puff, as if readying for a major revelation. The irony in his tone was unmistakable, though, and I was ready for whatever obnoxious thing was about to come out of him next. It got me wet, to be honest, and I didn’t know why. “You are so hot when you’re buck ass naked, writhing around on my cock, and it makes me cum so hard when you’re screaming my name while I’m buried balls deep in that hot as fuck pussy of yours.” He shrugged like he was agreeing to attend a high school reunion with me. “I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”
By the time he finished his monologue, I couldn’t hold in the laugh anymore. Total honesty is appreciated, but I couldn’t help but think there was more to it than that. “Asshole.”
“I have never countered that claim.” He pointed at me. “But I’mnotclingy.”
I hummed a sarcastic agreement. “Except when you’re literally holding me against my will.”
He tutted, his delicious veiny forearms turning the wheel off the street and into the parking lot. “I was making you come. It’s hardly objectionable behavior. Did you ever think maybe your standards are too high?”
“Nope.”
“No?”
I shook my head. “No. Don’t you know you’re supposed to stop when a woman says stop?”
He parked the car and removed the key. Turned to look at me. “What about when they say, ‘No. Stop. Fuck, don’t stop. Oh. My. God.’ And they knew the safe word. Hmmm?”
I glared at him. “After a hundred orgasms, I don’t have full verbal capacity.”
He clapped his hands together like a kindergarten teacher. Unhinged, this guy. “Well good, because here we are, and between you and me…” With his hands balled up beside his face, he lifted his eyebrows briefly. “Yay!”
I cackled, letting my head hit the headrest. “You may be a psychotic asshole.”
“Yes, I may be. Let’s go. Pizza, wine, a lot of orgasms.”
I sighed to mask my excitement and opened the door. It slammed shut, and he appeared outside, opened the door and held his hand out to help me up. I stared up at him a moment, unable to figure him out. He knew I didn’t need help getting out of a car. The gentlemanly gesture was such a contrast with the conversation we’d just had.
“Come on,” he prodded. “Or are you having second thoughts about skipping canned soup?”
Chapter Fifty-One: Flames of Fury
Tess
He shut the cardoor and took my hand, his grip warm and reassuring as he led me toward the elevator. The air between us crackled with tangible heat and lust, every step charged with unspoken desire. Inside the elevator, our silence in the small space seemed to amplify the intensity, and he grasped my face and kissed me hard. It left me so dizzy and filled with sickening anticipation that I wasn’t sure how I could even eat.
Once inside his apartment, Maverick ushered me to the leather couch in his living room. We sank into its soft cushions, our thighs brushing together, sending electric shivers through me. He plucked up the remote and flipped the TV onto Netflix. Handing me the remote, he pulled out his phone, the blue light reflecting in his eyesas he navigated to his pizza app.
With the comforting hum of the TV and the soft clicking of Maverick’s fingers on the screen, the anticipation of his touch and the warmth of his presence wrapped around me like a blanket. I could hear the distant sounds of the city outside, a muted backdrop to the intimate world we were creating within the walls of his apartment.
“What do you like?” he asked.
“Tattoos, heat, and sin,” I joked.
His eyes darkened, and he threw the phone down beside him. “Shall we skip dinner and move straight to dessert?”
I laughed and pushed against his hard, warm torso, but he moved in closer, covering my mouth with his own, and my hands slid around to his back, grasping his T-shirt. We came together in a sloppy, scrappy kiss, and I moaned, turning to Jello in his arms.
I would have let him skip dinner, too, but after a minute, he pulled back. “Nope, you’ll need your energy tonight. Look at you, already falling apart at the seams. You’ll never last as long as I’ll need you.”
Laughing, I swatted at him, but he caught my hands and kissed my knuckles. “What do you like on your pizza, monstre?”
