Well, actually, it was only seven times, but still.
“You’re being awfully quiet for someone who was just screaming my name in the car,” Maverick taunted as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator, the quiet whir of machinery filling the silence.
I refused to feed into his childish behavior and instead faced forward, balling my hands under my folded arms. My jaw was set, my legs trembling from being on the edge of release for the last half hour, and my eyes burned with frustration.
That I was so whiny and desperate for him was humiliating, and he fucking soaked it up.
Yet, I knew that I would cave to him again the moment he put his hands on me, because I needed to come, and I needed it to be him.
Ugh, I made myself cringe sometimes.
“You’re not talking to me now?”
“I’m choosing my words carefully,” I grumbled. “Don’t want to add onto my punishments.”
“Ah, so you’re throwing a tantrum?”
I was about to whirl on him when the doors opened onto the short, T-shaped hallway, a penthouse on each end. I stomped to his on the right, waiting for him to unlock the door.
“We’re not going in until you look at me,” he said in that low, gravelly tone.
Reluctantly, my eyes swung to his. “Happy?”
He gave me an adorable smile that made it hard to stay mad. “No, you’re being a brat.”
I bristled. That meant—
“Don’t worry, babe, I won’t count this,” he reassured me as he kissed my forehead, unlocked the door, and set my bag down just inside. When he turned back to me, the door still ajar, his shoulders dipped—just slightly, like the weight of something unspoken had settled there. He exhaled, slow and measured, running a hand along the doorframe before finally speaking. “I know you didn’t ask for this. If this isn’t what you’re into—”
Sighing, I shook my head and brushed past him. I may have been upset, but I wasn’t going to call it quits now just because I didn’t get my way. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just horny.”
Maverick barked out a wildly infectious laugh as he followed me inside. “There she is. I missed that smile. So damn beautiful.”
I nearly melted. That kind of admiration, those kinds of compliments… it could make any girl lose her mind. It warmed me from the inside out and reminded me why I’d walked away from him to begin with: my feelings were growing too fast.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I blinked to bring myself back to the moment. “What?”
“You like the praise as much as you like being punished.” I bit my lip and nodded, then remembered that I wasn’t allowed to bite my lip and released it from my teeth. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He grabbed my throat and yanked me against him, pressing his length against my stomach. We both moaned at the contact, and my eyelids fluttered. “Feel what you do to me, baby? How much I want you? God, I was so fucking tempted to pull over and fuck you in the car. Have that sweet pussy gripping my cock again. Is that what you want?”
I gulped, and felt his fingers squeeze harder just like they did outside my mother’s house. “Yes. I want you.” My voice sounded all wrong, raspy underneath the pressure of his hand.
He pressed me against the wall of the foyer, crushing me with a devastatingly intense kiss. Then my legs were hooked around his hips, ankles crossed above his ass. My pussy was bared to the friction of his zipper, and all I could do was let my head fall back against the wall and enjoy the feel of his fingertips against my pulse point.
Before I knew what was happening, he was inside me, filling me completely.
“Eyes on me, baby. Don’t fucking look away,” he growled, and I submitted, giving him what he wanted. His gaze was hungry, searing, downright erotic. The sight sent me over the cliff I’d been sitting on for what felt like an eternity.
Stars swirled in my vision, the edges blackening as his hand squeezed just a tad harder. It intensified my orgasm as it overtook me, racking my body. He continued to thrust into me, his grip loose just enough for me to suck in a grateful breath, enough to lengthen the pulsing release that was still shuddering through me at mach speed.
Pretty sure I was sky high for a moment before I came back into my body.
His hand skated over my breasts before yanking the top of my dress down to release them. Maverick leaned down to suck on them, play with them, tantalize them while I held on for my fucking life.
My next release was unexpected, cresting without notice and taking my breath with it. He went with me, cursing and murmuring my name like a goddamn prayer.
He slowly set my legs down before straightening. I examined him while we both caught our breath, taking in his disheveled appearance. It was so fucking attractive. His hair—normally tousled—was styled back, probably since it was longer than the last time I’d seen him. And his stubble that I had just noticed because my skin felt sensitive from it. Paired with him in a suit…
