are you working on?”
Maverick turned his laptop for me to see. The endless stream of data belonged to only one thing. Aiden’s file.
“Maverick, you’ve been through that a dozen times.”
“I check regularly to see if he’s updated it. Who knows when he’ll write something we can use?”
“He’s too careful for that—which you know. And his updates will be more stalker data—which you also know.” I swung my feet to the floor, towering over him. “You also know that we’re taking a break from all things freaky, weird, and Aiden.” I crossed my arms and gripped the hem of my shirt. “The penalty for this is clear.”
Maverick tensed. Every muscle of his hard body tightened beneath those innocent pajamas. “If I have to be punished, then I have to be punished.”
I slipped my blouse over my head, tossing it on top of his. “I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose because you know the result.”
Licking his lips, glazed eyes followed my slow path to the button on my jeans. “A guy’s got to get it any way he can. I’m no better than the deadbeat that got Nala in trouble.”
“You’re way better than that deadbeat.” My zipper made the most satisfying sound splitting the metal apart and revealing the lacy treat underneath. “I’m not letting you get away.”
Maverick reached for me. I smoothly slid away.
“Uh-uh.” I motioned to Nala. “Gotta put the dog away before we commence to the second part of the evening.”
He was up and off the bed in a flash. Gently, he lifted the dog and disappeared into the closet. I heard him murmur something that sounded suspiciously like sweet dreams. Maverick was my two-ton teddy bear and I was the one fortunate to see inside to the real him.
I stripped out of my bra and panties and draped myself on his pillows. Maverick’s gaze raked me from head to toe, suffusing my flesh with heat. I loved that look. It made me powerful. Like I was a mythical beauty tantalizing him to the watery depths. Drowning in me was his one true desire.
Maverick rounded the bed, fixed on me, and then he backed away. I rose up as he moved toward the couch and took a seat. “You should draw out my punishment a little more, gorgeous.” He patted his lap and the hard ridge straining in his cotton pants. “Tease me.”
“Oh, yeah?” I stalked across the sheets and slid to the floor, getting on my hands and knees. “That’ll really make you suffer.”
“It’s no more than what I deserve.”
Reaching him, I gripped his ankles and trailed a slow path up his legs. Maverick opened wider for me, letting me between his legs. I didn’t stop at his waistband. My hands found their way under his shirt. I followed their path, gliding over his chest, my nipples skimming over the rippling flesh and hardening to points.
I bunched up the shirt and slipped it over his head, leaving his arms trapped inside. Maverick gripped my hips and rocked me on his hardness. A breathy moan escaped my lips.
“Jaxson says you dance for him. Will you dance for me?”
I knew they traded stories.
It wasn’t like it mattered. I was completely open with my guys. We didn’t have secrets and that included the myriad of freaky things I got up to with them. Once I went a few rounds with my vibrator for Ezra’s viewing pleasure. Ryder came in halfway through and stayed for the show.
“Only if it teaches you the error of your ways.”
“I’ll troll that shit’s files every night,” he swore. “I promise.”
Laughs bubbled out of me. “In that case...”
Turning on his lap, I bent over, touching the ground, and came up slowly, hips twisting. I grabbed hold of his knees and dipped, brushing his ridge and earning a sharp intake in response. He wanted this drawn out, but the punished don’t set terms and I was wet and weak-kneed for him.
I dropped down, freed him, and swallowed to the hilt, earning another satisfying grunt. His length hit the back of my throat. I hummed, knowing how much he loved that. Another win for me, Maverick ran his fingers through my hair and gripped, guiding me up and down.
I played with myself, making moans that vibrated around him, and tightened his hold on me. Still, he let me set the pace. Maverick wasn’t one to push or hold down. All these years later, he was still my sweet jock handling me like porcelain.
His breathing picked up,