Page 24 of Burly Biker of Misty Mountain

“Did I do it wrong?” I asked.

He blew out a breath of disbelief and shook his head.

“No, dove. You—took me by surprise, that’s all. I thought you’d be too shy for this.”

I smiled to myself and shifted closer, encouraged by his praise and eager to prove I could do more. Peeling Maverick’s jeans down to mid-thigh, I kissed his hip, breathing in the musky, masculine scent of his skin. Dark hair dusted his torso, along with a few stray wisps of tattoo ink.

I twisted my fingers around his cock, tracing the thick vein until he twitched. Maverick brushed his knuckles against my cheek, and gathered my hair into his hand.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Suck on it, sweetheart. I can tell you’re thinking about it. Cup my balls, too, and give them a good squeeze.”

I did as he instructed—cradling his balls in my palm, closing my mouth around the tip of his cock, slightly salty and heavy on my tongue.

The effect was instantaneous. Maverick practically melted in his seat. Tendons strained in his neck as he swore softly under his breath. I flicked my tongue over his crown, teasing at the slit.

“Shit—that’s perfect, sweetheart,” he rasped.

I swallowed down another inch, mesmerized by him. The way his abs flexed in sharp relief. The gravelly grit in his voice. The throb of his cock.

Because of me.

To think I’d waited so long for this moment made it even better. Less than a week ago, I’d never even been kissed. Now, I was kneeling between the legs of a hot, older biker, toying with his cock, while I wore the skimpiest lingerie.

Maverick grabbed my wrist, drawing my hand away from his balls, and planted my palm on his chest beneath his shirt.

“Mark me,” he said, his voice pitched low. “Use your claws, kitten.”

I met his dark gaze. Then I dug my nails into his skin, dragging down slowly. Maverick’s cock pulsed on my tongue, growing impossibly bigger somehow. He hissed through his teeth, eyes fluttering closed.

Something wild and ravenous took hold of me as I scratched lightly at his hip, leaving vicious red welts behind. Maverick could have any woman he wanted in a heartbeat. But I was the one marking him, and I never dreamed I would like it as much as I did.

“Fuck,baby—”

In the next moment, Maverick pulled away, pumping his cock frantically. Then his mouth collided with mine. He came with a groan, spilling across my breasts, gasping against my lips.

When he was finished, he cupped my chin and surveyed his handiwork.

“How do you feel about your body now?” he asked.

A bashful grin spread across my face and I nuzzled into his palm with a kiss.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, Maverick stuffed the lingerie in the pocket of his cut with a wink and draped an arm around my shoulder, kissing my temple. When we emerged from the changing room, he tossed a wad of cash to Lila.

“We’re taking the pink set,” he declared.

Lila raised her eyebrows, thumbing through the bills.

“Glad to hear that, but it doesn’t cost a small fortune.”

“Keep the change. Use it to fix the lock on your dressing room,” he replied, not looking apologetic in the slightest.

Lila huffed and waved him off.

“I should have known you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself. Next time, try to rein in your enthusiasm before damaging my property.”

“Can’t promise that. You made Katie over here look like the most delicious little cupcake I’ve ever laid eyes on. What was I supposed to do?”

“Wait for two damn seconds while your girl unlocks the door, you animal,” Lila said, shoving his shoulder. “Now, get out of here, before I kick you out. And Katie, you’re welcome back any time. I have a feeling your beast of a boyfriend is going to rip thatlingerie off you within a week because of his impatience. So, you can order another set online or over the phone if you can’t make it into the shop.”

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