THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,91

think I want you in this exact spot when I get back…maybe in the bedroom instead. We can negotiate if you’re amenable.” She has this huge fucking smile on her face as she watches me spill my soul.

“You’re being dramatic. Six months is not that long to wait. Especially for the best damn sex of my life.” Now she’s teasing me. Christ, if my friends saw this pathetic show, they’d have a field day. “Also, I’d wait forever for you—you crazy man, you. You’re my always, too. I’m in, Mav.”

“All in?” I ask, pulling her waist toward the bulge in my pants. She raises her eyebrows when it bumps her stomach.

“All the way in,” she purrs. Fuck yes. I glance at the bags behind her head quickly, distractedly. She follows my gaze and then narrows her eyes at me. “I think those bags need some action. Something to remember me by?” Windsor says, her tiny hands falling to unbutton and unzip my jeans.

I shake my head. “I need something to remember you by. Those bags don’t deserve you.” She’s lost her skirt and her panties in the last few seconds. She gets the award for world’s quickest naked woman. I want to be the one to congratulate her. Pursing my lips together, I cross my arms over my chest. Windsor takes a step back toward the bags. I slide my boxer briefs off and step out of them.

She clears her throat. “Well maybe you can both have me at the same time,” she explains, her gaze trained on my cock. If I didn’t know better I’d think she was talking about getting tag teamed.

Placing a hand on one of my black bags as tall as her waist, she strokes it reverently. I’ll never look at that fucking bag the same again. That’s the point, I think.

Windsor turns around, giving me a grand view of her narrow waist and round ass. Her long hair falls down her back, brushing her side when she turns her head to look over her shoulder. “Fuck me. Right here. On top of these bags,” she commands, her eyes fierce.

My dick is the only thing I can think of. How hard it is. What her words do to me. I blow out a pent up breath and approach her. When I’m standing behind her, I put my fingers where my dick wants to go.

She is soaking wet and obviously ready for me. “I’ve been waiting for this all day,” she breathes, throwing her head back to rest it on my chest. I kiss her forehead, watching her eyes grow heavy as I work her with my fingers.

She moans and my dick twitches. My mind is clear for the first time since I last touched her.

Windsor

I love my back being pressed against his front. I feel every hard muscle bulging, controlling me, and owning me. Being in his arms makes me delirious with lust and passion. I say things I wouldn’t normally say; I just asked him to fuck me on bags. I’m pretty sure that never would have come out of my mouth before having sex with Maverick. The uninhibited person I am when I’m with him is freeing. It’s a person I never thought I’d have the courage to be. It’s me. It’s Windsor Forbes unfiltered.

I spread my legs a little wider to give his hand better access to me, and stifle another moan. The tips of his fingers circle and rub, causing my slick sex to pulse. He dips a finger into me. I can’t even stop my muscles from tightening around him. I do try to calm myself, because I want him inside me when I do come. His hand disappears, and I’m left panting, wondering what comes next. Lifting me by my waist and pushing down my shoulder blades, he bends me over the stack of bags.

“Keep your legs open for me, baby,” he says, hissing when the tip of his dick presses into my sex. My face is pressed into his bag. It smells like new plastic. I guess it could smell like something worse. “You feel so good, Win. I’m gonna fuck you now,” Maverick growls.

He pushes all the way into me, hitting the back. It hurts at first, but after a couple thrusts I’m used to his punishing rhythm. This isn’t the sweet sex we usually have, when we’re entwined with each other. This is frantic. He pulls me off the bags a little each time he thrusts, like