More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“I think I might have been wrong about you,” she says quietly. “At least some parts of you.” “What do you mean?” I ask, confused. “Here I’ve been, thinking you only care about yourself. Turns out, you’re a nice guy.” “That makes you mad, doesn’t it, Red?”
“I’ll go with you. If you want some company,” I volunteer.
“Avoid the charcuterie boards—there are strawberries on them. I’ll make sure there aren’t any next time.” Emerson hesitates. “What are you talking about?” “Strawberries?” I repeat. “The fruit? You’re allergic, right? The flight to Milwaukee tomorrow would suck if your eyes were all puffy.”
“Yeah, I’m allergic. I’m surprised you—”
“I’ll see you inside, Miller.”
I grin when she shuts the door softly behind her. I managed to not get thrown off the balcony and I made her ...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
Maverick stops pacing. He steps toward me, his stride quick and determined. Before I can take a breath, my back is against the wall. His hands rest on either side of my head, caging me in with nowhere to go, and a spark of adrenaline races up my spine.
yes please
“No,” he says, and I feel the word everywhere. “For some goddamn reason, I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”
“You,” he says, and it’s so soft, I think I might have misheard him. “Can I have you, Emmy?” Emmy. Not Red. Not Hartwell. Emmy.
“Yes,” I say, and his eyes twinkle as bright as stars in the midnight sky. “You can have me.”
“But I’d like you a whole lot more if you got on your knees like a good boy and showed me you know how to use your tongue and fingers for something less annoying than running your mouth. If not, I have no problem making you sit in a chair and watch while I get off from eight inches of silicone.”
“A way to keep your smart mouth from running all the fucking time?”
“There are other ways to shut me up, but here we are. Still against a wall when I could be choking on your cock.”
Maverick Miller is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
I don’t know what I thought sex with Maverick would be like, but it’s not this. Him talking about consent when I’m half naked in front of him. His erection pressing against his briefs and my hand dangerously close to slipping into my underwear.
“I think you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“I want. More than I’ve ever wanted anything else,” Maverick says, rough and low, and I believe him.
“You said you wanted me on my knees.” He drops a kiss to my shin, then kneels on the ground in front of me. “And I’ve always liked being a good boy.”
shut the fuck upp SFHBCDKOJNS
The next time someone kisses her, she’s going to wish it were my mouth on hers. The next time someone touches her, she’s going to wish it were my fingers trailing down her body. The next time someone fucks her, she’s going to wish it were my cock buried inside her.
“Am I being good, Emmy?” I twist her other nipple, and her back arches off the bed. “Good enough to touch the rest of you?”
“Such a good boy. You can touch me wherever you want.”
Jesus Christ. I want to hear her say my name like that every day for the rest of my life.
“You’re all woman, baby.” I pull her underwear taut, wedging the thin material between her pussy lips. “I mean, fucking look at you.”
“Maybe I should stop. Or watch from the chair. I could make you put on a show for me without ever giving you my cock. It’s what you get for mouthing off and being a fucking brat.” I grip her chin, leaving room for her to pull away if she wants an escape. “I don’t fucking share.”
“How do you like it?” I rock back on my heels and kiss both of her knees. I run my hands up her thighs and spread her legs wider to make room for my shoulders. “Fast? Slow? Soft? Rough?” “No one’s ever asked me that before.” “Never? What kind of assholes have you been with?”
“Gentle and careful are the last things I’m going to be with you.”
“I’m going to make a mess of you, Emmy girl.”
Get comfortable, baby, so I can take a good look at that pretty cunt of yours.”
“Can you relax for me? There you go. Atta girl. That’s good.”
I’ll do anything when she calls me that. When she looks at me with wide eyes and a swollen mouth.
“Say please,” I say. She scowls, and I don’t care. It’s payback for telling me the other guys on the team were the ones to get her wet. “Say please, Emmy, and I’ll do everything you want.”
She tastes like heaven. One fucking second inside her, and I’m already an addict. Nothing is ever going to be this good again.
“No one’s ever made you come like this because you were with boys before. I’m a man, and I told you I like to eat. Now fucking sit.”
I reach over and trace her lips with my fingers. When she opens her mouth, I press down on her tongue.
“My good Emmy girl,” I murmur, and she lights up. Rolls onto her side and looks at me. “Did you like that?”
“Once is all you get, pretty boy.”
“I do get off on this power dynamic of ours, but right now, I’m the one in control. Take off my briefs, Hartwell, and open your mouth.”
I’ll never tell him this, but Maverick Miller did give me the best orgasm of my life.
“You’re fucking cute. I wish I had my phone so I could take a picture of you right now and make it my lock screen.”
“There you go.” Maverick rests his large hand around my throat, and my pulse jumps at the pressure he adds. “You’re doing so well.”
“No.” He takes my hand in his and kisses my palm. “I’ve never told anyone that. You’re the only one.”
Baby. I like when he calls me that too. It feels precious, like I’m adored.
“Fuck me harder, Maverick.”
“Come on my cock. Please. I want to feel you.”
“Yes,” I beg, wanting him to reach the ledge with me. “Come for me, pretty boy.”
“Made you smile again, though.”
Maverick smiles, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Sweet dreams, Red.”
*Attachment: 1 image* Finders keepers.
Normally, I would have already moved on after a hookup. I don’t give the woman a second thought, but I can’t get Emerson out of my head.
Like your underwear? Redheaded Assassin I might kill you for those. They’re my favorite pair. Me Interesting. Mine too.
