Maneater (The Mavens, #1)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“If you’re trying to make me feel bad about conning him out of two hundred bucks, you’ve got the wrong woman, babe. I don’t feel bad for a man who is clearly married and hitting on women at a bar. And I definitely don’t let random assholes like you make me feel bad about any decisions I make in my life.”

“You have to prove yourself worthy before you fuck me, Mr.—” I pause, realizing I don’t actually know his last name. “Fisher,” he says, then slides a finger into my wet pussy. “But you can call out Rowan when you come.”

I’ve never been on my knees for a woman, but my fucking god, the way she looks down at me like she knows she could own me if she asked nicely makes my already hard cock throb.

“Oh, I could handle you just fine, Josie.” “Is that a threat?” I ask with a laugh. “It’s a promise.”

“Since you seemed to like the taste last time.” She looks up at me, confused again, though my body is reacting with need at those few words. “Were you playing him? You hate this stuff.” I remember the way he tasted when we kissed, and my pussy clenches. Oh, I am so fucked. The realization is even clearer when I feel a warm blush burn over my cheeks. “He drank it at the bar. I told him I wasn’t a fan, but when he kissed me...” I pause and swallow. “When he kissed me, he asked if I liked the taste of it then. On his lips.”

I’m silent as I watch her obvious confusion mixed with a hint of irritation, and once again, I’m at a loss. Who the fuck is this woman? And why is she so fucking perfect? And how is she still single?

I look into her eyes to check for a concussion, though I have no actual idea how you check for that. I’m a fucking businessman, not a doctor, though in this moment, I’m regretting every life choice that led to me not being able to help her right now.

The truth is, everything Josie Montgomery does is a complete and total mindfuck. Every time I bump into her, although I leave annoyed or frustrated, I also leave a bit lighter, as if the bantering we do relieves some kind of pressure that has been building up within me long before the issues at the resort began.

“I’ve been around the world, and I’ve never met anyone like you,” I whisper, the words lower and more gravelly than I intend.

“Am I happy that you’re going to flirt with another man, do what you can to get his dick hard, and get him nice and pliant so that you can wring him for all of his secrets? Not particularly. But is that your problem? No. So long as, at the end of the day, it’s me you fall asleep next to, I’m good. I’m confident enough in myself and in us.” He pauses, staring at me, before continuing. “The truth is, you can flirt and flaunt, and you can make every man in the room wonder what it would be like to have you as their own, but I’m the only one who gets to know that. I’m the only one who knows what you’re like when that mask is pulled off, who knows what you sound like when I fill you.”

“I’m the only one who knows the places to kiss to make you moan. That alone is enough for me. You think I’m not okay with that? Having all of you when everyone else only gets hints and scraps, when they get teased but never given more? Hell no. It’s a gift you’re choosing to give me, Josie, and I’m honored to have it.”

“Look around, Rowan. This is a romantic grand gesture at its finest.” He gives me a soft chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m not a romantic. I’m just wild for you.”

“All right, super hot spy girl, are you ready to get this thing going?”

“I…” Rowan starts, taking everything in, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s going into shock. “I know, I know. It’s a lot, getting saved by a five-four hottie in heels and all, but I am going to need you to snap out of it.”

“It’s less about who saved me and more about the fact that my girlfriend is hog-tying a man with ease in front of me after tasing him and not even blinking an eye,” he says as I zip the last one in place before looking up to him and smiling wide.

“I don’t know if you know this, Rowan, but I’m kind of high maintenance. A man-eater, some would say. If you don’t give me what I need, I’ll just chew you up and spit you out.”