I already know that.
Sophie grasped both of my hands, pinning them into the pillows as she lowered her pussy over my cock. I sucked in a breath. I could feel every ridge and detail of her perfect cunt, how warm and slick she was without a condom separating us.
“Wait,” I rasped when she was fully seated, my voice strained. “Wait, wait. I just need to feel this.” I glanced down at where our bodies met. She only gave me a moment before she was moving, gyrating, fucking riding me like a pornstar.
I watched her tits, my eyes trailing over those piercings that I swore to God would be the death of me.
I was never the submissive type, so having my hands pinned was entirely new to me. Sure, I could easily overtake her, but she was in her element. This was her moment and I was going to let her have it.
Seeing my bare cock buried inside her, moving in and out, fucked with my head.
Fucked with every vision I ever had for my future.
Fuckingfuck.
Maybe it wasn’t intimacy from a woman that I should’ve been wary of—but intimacy withher.Because this wasn’t just heat or desperation; it was something deeper, something that broke me open in ways I wasn’t ready for. And if this was how it was supposed to feel—like drowning and breathing at the same time—then I never wanted it to stop.
She moved expertly on top of me, using her grip on my hands as leverage. A goddess in and out, she was truly a sight to behold with her long hair and flushed cheeks and open mouth as she whimpered and moaned. I soaked it in as I gave myself over to the orgasm, which tore through me and fragmented my vision.
She kissed me hard, her tongue sweeping over mine as she followed me into bliss.
19
Sophie
Something bright stirred me awake, much to my dismay. I had been in a peaceful, comfortable slumber until that stupid light. I slowly opened my eyes, and immediately closed them again when I realized it was the sunrise poking through the sheer black curtains hanging in—
I turned over and found a sleeping Maverick. I did, in fact, stay at Maverick’s last night. Scrambling to the nightstand to grab my phone, I saw the time and practically threw myself out of his bed to grab my overnight bag. I needed to shower and get out the door in less than an hour if I didn’t want to be late to work.
As I stood, my knees wobbled, and it took me a moment to stabilize myself and my very sore legs. Actually, everything hurt. My abs, arms, thighs, hips, ass.Bothholes. I winced as I hauled my bag into his bathroom but paused at the threshold. I hadn’t paid much attention to the bathroom last night, but now…
It was the largest en-suite I’d ever seen. There was a massive garden tub along the back wall with a picturesque view of the city beyond. The shower was separate and made of charcoal slate tile, with a built-in bench and dual shower heads and—was that a rain bar? The vanity was black and the counter tops were a dark granite to match. It was masculine, dark, and very much Maverick.
Maverick.
I glanced over my shoulder to look at him sleeping soundly on his back, one arm over his head. His lips were pouty and partially opened, his jaw dusted with morning facial hair, his waves messy. My heart thumped in my chest at how gorgeous he was. How gentle he proved himself capable after being so rough. How convicted he was over the truth of my family. How honest he could be, even though it didn’t paint him or his family in a good light.
Oh no.
One night with him and I was catching feelings.
Bad Sophie.
I couldn’t let that happen. In fact, I should probably call it quits here. Letting this continue meant heartbreak for me down the line, even if he was convinced there was something more to explore. It would only be a matter of time before he realized that I was a miserable person he didn’t want to be around.
Being with Maverick was only asking for trouble.
So I shut the bathroom door and started the shower. As I waited for the water to warm up, I checked my phone and saw a text from my captain, informing me of a case I needed to meet my partner at. Sighing, I fired off a10-4text, then messaged Callie asking if I could stop by her office.
The sound of the shower as I stepped through the now-steamy glass doors slowed my racing heart. I took my time, sudsing mysweaty hair and washing away yesterday’s perspiration and the smell of sex. As I finished shaving, I heard Maverick’s voice.
“Were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye, Detective?” he joked.
Dios mio.
Just the sound of his morning voice, husky and playful, made my lady parts tingle. I shivered under the hot water, rinsing away the rest of the suds before stepping out. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, his dark blue eyes raking over my body hungrily. To no surprise, his morning wood was visible under his gray sweats.
My mouth dried at the sight of him in casual wear, specifically the outline of his, um,memberon full display.
