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He wastes no time in bracing me underneath my elbows and pulling me up. He lifts me, aligning my front against his, and squeezes my butt. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me into the water until it reaches my waist. He raises me up before lowering me onto his cock. The friction of our wet body parts causes it to slide slowly, jerkily, until he’s filled me to the brim.

I peer down at him, and my eyes get a little teary. “I love you, Jones.”

The smile he gives me is genuine and pure. “I know, beauty, me too.”

And then he makes good on his promise.

CHAPTER 19

Jones

Maverick

Want to go fishing Friday?

Me

Raincheck. Mia has the day off so we’re going hiking.

Maverick

Who’s pussy-whipped now?

Me

Don’t start with me dillhole.

Maverick

You told me to tell you if you were falling too fast. Too hard.

This is me telling you.

Iawake to an empty bed while it’s barely light outside. A chill races through me and goosebumps shoot across my skin. Fucking hell. I catapult in bed and my vision darts around the room. Silence rings in my ears.

Throwing the covers off, I spring from the mattress and yank on a pair of briefs I find on the floor. Last night’s briefs. The ones Mia tore off me herself because, as she said,“I wasn’t tearing them off fucking fast enough.”

Now she’s run out on me?

Stomping down the short hall, a soft tapping sound catches my attention coming from the kitchen. My heart races until I turn the corner and see her.

Mia.MyMia. My Peaches.

She’s a sight for sore eyes. Dressed in my T-shirt. And based on the sexy bare legs she’s showing off; nothing else.

With a spatula in her hand, she flips something on the stove while shimmying her hips. She’s got an Airpod in one ear and familiar words tumble out of her mouth in a whisper. Now this is something I could get used to. Watching this seductive woman dance in my kitchen, singing, and dressed in my t-shirt. She’s a vision.

And sexy as hell. My dick is already straining against the cotton briefs as I drink her in for just a few more moments. I can’t stand it long because I’m a needy bastard who is desperate to have my hands on her. And she’s too tempting to stand back and watch. I want to touch.

Shuffling up behind her, I circle my arms around her waist and haul her against me. An adorable shriek escapes her untilshe’s giggling in my arms. I kiss her neck, right over the light bruising of a hickey from the night before. The sight of it makes me practically feral in an instant.

“Shit, Jones, are you ever not ready to go?” she snorts a laugh, giving me a light swat on the shoulder while she pulls away.

I draw her mouth to mine, kissing her good and hard on her mouth. When I pull away, I say, “You kidding? I could fuck you any time, any day. All day if you’d let me.” I smack her bare ass and she jolts, releasing an adorable squeal. What I wouldn’t give to hear that squeal again while I’m doing things to her body she’s only ever dreamed of.

“I think I need some time to recuperate.” A sweet smile pulls at her lips, and it lights up her entire face.

Chuckling, I say, “I promised you I’d leave that needy little pussy raw and satisfied, didn’t I?” And I can’t help myself, I touch what’s mine. I reach around her, sliding my fingers down her core and finding her already soaked.

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