Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” she panted between breaths, and she turned to face me, leaning her back against the mirror.
She smiled.
I smiled.
And then she laughed, shaking her head as she started to right herself.
“I told you.”
“Told me what?” she asked, attitude present as ever as she tucked her tits back into her dress.
“That I’d have you in my bed soon.”
She looked around with an arched brow. “I didn’t realize you slept in the weight room.”
I bit my lip before letting a growl out, laughing a little as I pinned her. “Smart ass,” I said, and then I kissed her smile.
“Vince, wait,” she said, pressing a hand to my chest. She looked at that hand, then up at me. “This… this can’t happen again. I know we have this… this thing between us, and that was… so hot. But it was just once. Just to scratch an itch.”
“Scratch an itch,” I repeated.
She nodded, brows tugging inward.
“What happened to what you asked me?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You asked if I’d feel the same, even after having you,” I said. “Why would you ask that if this was just to scratch an itch?”
She swallowed, her eyes flicking between mine before she stared at where her hand still pressed into my chest and held me at a distance.
“It was a one-time thing,” she murmured again.
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean it.”
I wanted to ask her why again. Why was this a one-time thing? Why “couldn’t we,” as she had put it? What was she hiding?
What was she so damn afraid of?
But I knew, even then, with her looking me dead in the eyes and saying that this was it — she was a damn liar.
This wasn’t it.
Not even close.
So, I humored her, stepping back and giving her space.
Because if there was anything I loved more than fucking Maven King, it was proving her wrong.
“Fine,” I said.
Then, I crossed the room, bending to retrieve her panties. I walked back to her just as she was sliding her dress down over her hips.
“Put these on,” I said.
“I was going to—”
“No,” I said, cutting her off. Her finger was pointed toward the bathroom, and I pulled that fingertip to my lips and kissed it before draping her panties over the knuckle. “You’re not allowed to clean up yet.”
“Not allowed—”
“Put these on, and walk home with my cum dripping out of you. I want you to feel a reminder of what just happened with every fucking step.”
Her lips parted, eyes wide.
I didn’t say another word.
I waited, ready for her to fight me, for her to say I was disgusting and I didn’t own her, that I couldn’t tell her what to do.
Satisfaction buzzed deep in my being when she didn’t do any of that. Instead, she slid the thong on, showing me more than her words that this was far from over.
Once her dress was in place again, I pressed her against the mirror, running the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip.
“I promise… the next time I touch you?” I hooked my thumb over her bottom teeth, swiping her tongue and prying her mouth open. “You’ll be begging me to.”
I sealed that promise with a bruising kiss, and then I released her, turning my back and pulling on my briefs and shorts. I grabbed a wipe and ran it over the bench, too, because I wasn’t a monster.
That made Maven laugh.
“Where are you going?” she asked when I was heading for the door.
I turned, walking backward as I shrugged and offered one last smile. “Gotta take care of that tape.”
I nodded toward the camera in the corner that was still covered by my shirt, and Maven’s little mouth popped open, eyes bulging.
“I thought you said there was no audio!”
“You’re not the only one who’s a good liar.”
The laugh that rumbled out of my chest was almost as satisfying as the dumbstruck look on her face.
“Vince! Do not keep that tape.”
I held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“I mean it. You better destroy it.”
I just laughed again as I kicked the door open and made my way toward security.
We both knew there was no chance in hell I’d be doing that.
Roller Coaster
Maven
The next week passed in a dizzying blur.
I’d been in a daze the morning after my night with Vince, waking up with a cacophony of questions and thoughts screaming at me all at the same time.
What the fuck happened last night?
Oh my God… what the fuck happened last night?
That was a mistake.
That was the hottest experience of my life.
It can never happen again.
I can’t wait for that to happen again.
I need to talk to Livia about it.
I shouldn’t tell anyone it happened.
It was just for fun.
It was more than just a little fun.
At some point I let out a scream, stalking to the shower to scrub off the night and the memory and all the questions that paraded on the heels of it.