Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Chapter Four
Freya licked the frosting off the palette knife. Chocolate was one of her favorites. In fact, chocolate fudge cake with fudgy frosting was so good. Her mouth watered from the lick. She was so tempted to dig right in and have a slice, but it always tasted better to allow the frosting to set a bit. This was the torture part—waiting for the cake.
Her thoughts kept returning to Maverick. He was a guy she shouldn’t be thinking about, yet he was the only person she couldn’t get out of her mind. Lunch with him had been so much fun, even if it was talking about sandwich combinations. Never in a million years did she think she’d be talking sandwiches with Maverick Lavin.
The temptation heightened to have a slice of cake. She was taking it to her mother’s tomorrow for Sunday lunch, but they wouldn’t miss a slice. Maybe her father would, but he’d forgive her.
Just as she reached for the knife, there was a knock on her front door. Putting the blade down, she wiped her hands on a towel as she made her way toward the front door. She didn’t even bother to check who was knocking on her door at eight at night.
Maverick was there.
She didn’t know what to do or say, then as he stepped over the threshold, she tilted her head back, he reached out, and kissed her. With her door wide open, for anyone to see. She didn’t care, as his lips touched hers, and she lost all thought. All she cared about was Maverick.
He stepped over the threshold and kicked her door closed. If that had been anyone else, she’d have given them a piece of her mind, but Maverick was a different man entirely. Both of his hands cupped her face, and she loved it as he ravished her lips. His tongue traced across her lips and then plunged into her mouth, making her ache for him. She’d gone from wanting to dive mouth first into a rich, dark chocolate cake, to just kissing this man.
One of his hands sank into her hair, and the other glided down her back, over her hip, and then curved around toward her ass, gripping her. He pulled her in close, and she felt the hardness of his cock as he pressed against her.
“Tell me to fuck off,” he said.
“No.”
He trailed his lips down her neck, going toward her pulse, and if she’d even been tempted to push him away, that certainly wasn’t going to happen now, because the pleasure was out of this world.
She closed her eyes, whimpered, and then cried out as he nipped at that tender flesh. Her neck was so sensitive. She was pretty sure she’d give him whatever he wanted as long as he never stopped kissing her there.
He tugged at her shirt and stopped kissing her long enough to remove her shirt. Before she knew what was happening, she’d already lost her bra, pants, and panties, and they’d somehow moved into her sitting room.
She was pleased that when she got home, she’d already closed her curtains. At night, she did this before it got dark, as she hated staring out the window, looking into the dark at her reflection. She hated the dark, and that hadn’t changed, even as she’d gotten older.
Maverick pressed her over the sofa, and she felt him thrust against her. He was still fully dressed, while she was all but naked. She still had on her socks, but everything else was on the floor. The man was a master.
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to work on a car when all I’ve been imagining is how good your pussy is going to look with my cock deep inside it?”
Damn! He talked dirty. She gasped.
“No, I don’t.”
“It took me twice as long to change the oil and check the engine.”
She closed her eyes. The last thing she wanted to think about was cars, and he made it even harder as his palm cupped her pussy. One of his fingers slid between her slit, and he sunk knuckle-deep into her core. She tried to contain her moans of pleasure, but Maverick twisted his fingers, and it hit a spot deep inside her that made her moans hard to keep to herself.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear what I’m doing to you. Does that feel good?” he asked.
It felt more than good. She didn’t want him to stop.
He did, though, only to pull his fingers from her pussy, but then he stroked over her clit. She clenched her hands into the fabric of the sofa beneath her, trying to gain control, but she was no match for him. Maverick knew exactly what to do to make her scream, to make her beg for more, and she loved every second of it.