“This kinky world is way more exciting than I’d thought. Maybe I should reconsider my sexual priorities.”
Her heart dropped. Normally, she got off on having others watch her, but tonight, he drove her wild. He brought her pleasure. Being with him had tipped the scales. He was her escape, her ecstasy, her nirvana.
She should have known better. He’d gotten a sampling of a vanilla sex exchange at a kink club and was ready to rumble. Her issue? She did not want to share. Not now, not ever. She’d opened Pandora’s box and she’d unleashed a beast.
Her own.
This marked the end of Maverick’s dry spell. He was reborn a new man, with Carlyle Elizabeth Stone his chosen religion. Worshipping her could easily become his drug of choice. I’m in trouble. A lot of trouble.
Carly was the complete package and he was fucked. Royally fucked.
Over the years, he’d described her as smokin’ hot, a total sweetheart, a kick-ass private eye, and his best gal pal. He could add sensual goddess to that list. Why would he ever have sex with anyone else, ever again?
I can’t. I won’t.
She had the most sated expression, yet intensity still poured from her eyes. For all he knew, that was round one and she was ready for more. Now that he’d played with her in her world, he wanted to play with her in his. Sex on top, on the bottom, bent over, backwards, forwards and upside down.
Her erotic needs weren’t just sexually stimulating they were emotionally riveting. Clearly, he was getting ahead of himself. They’d just crossed a line and he didn’t want to scare her away. Had to play this low key. “Thank you. You’re amazing. That was exactly what I needed.”
A flicker of sadness dashed across her face. Had he said something wrong? Ah, shit. Maybe she wanted more. “I don’t want to rush us. If you—”
“Shh, you’re fine.” Rather than lifting off him, she stayed connected. He loved how their intimacy extended beyond the sex.
“How are you doing?” He caressed her back with tender strokes.
“I’m good. Feel better?”
“Good as new.” He leaned in to kiss her.
The peck was painfully short. “Let’s meet by the locker rooms,” she said before lifting off him.
They removed the bedding and dressed in the gender-specific locker rooms. When he exited, Harry was chatting it up with Carly. Christ, he’s persistent.
As Maverick got closer, his heart pounded faster. Not only was Carly a natural beauty, her relaxed expression and flushed cheeks were his doing. Or so he’d like to think. But he was along for the ride. She’d grounded him in the absolute best way possible. She regarded him with a cool stare. But when he snaked his arm around her and pulled her close, her lips curved.
He could see past her aloof exterior because he knew her. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know. While her smile was discreet, the happiness in her eyes was not. She might be Natasha here, but when she lifted her face to his, his Carly girl stared back. He kissed her temple. “What’s happening?”
“Are you staying nearby?” asked Harry. “We could join you in your motel room. Jane really likes you guys. She’s a great time and won’t disappoint.”
Is this guy for real?
“We’re gonna pass.” Maverick tightened his hold. “Are you ready, baby?”
She hitched a brow. Was that too much?
“Sure, honey.”
“Your wife…er, girlfriend, um, friend is worth pursuing.”
“Let’s just call her mine,” Maverick said before ushering Carly out of the club.
On the way to the car, Maverick slung his arm over her shoulder. Never one to hold back, he blurted, “I feel reborn.” Then, he dipped his head and kissed her. “I kinda got the impression you wanted more. Are you sure you’re okay with leaving?”
“Positive.”
He opened the passenger door and she slipped inside. Her well-toned calves stole his attention and he wondered why they’d waited so long to get together. On the short ride back to the hotel, she said nothing.
He clasped her hand and she tensed. “How do we do this?” he asked.