Page 82 of IOU

“I didn’t read it,” I admit.

He cocks a brow like I’m lying.

“I haven’t had time!” My voice rises and I squeeze him in between my legs. “You were too busy dying all over the place since I got it.” I huff. How romantic this excursion is turning out to be.

“Besides, I doubt I’ll ever read it. I have neither the time nor the privacy to experiment with such things. It was a stupid idea.” Thanks, Mom.

Amusement flickers in his eyes for just a moment before it turns into something more feral. “Maybe I can give you the CliffsNotes version of some of my books.” His hands skim up my legs and come to rest against my thighs.

Oh, man. Is his thumb pressing on my thigh supposed to feel so good? Is that normal that he’s turning me on just by staring up at me between my legs?

I swallow. “I don’t know if you’re the best person to teach since you make a habit of never going to class.”

My breath leaves me in a swoosh as my body is yanked down the cushion and his face aligns with my center.

“Mmm ...” he hums above me, his chin dragging along my seam. “You’re right. Maybe I need a refresher.”

Smug. That’s all I can think of to describe the look on his face when he places a kiss to my soaked panties.

“Then again, you seem to be really responsive to my tutoring so far.”

Smartass.

He’s not wrong, though.

“Positive reinforcement is better for mental—”

He nips at my inner thigh and my heart flutters, creating this quickening sensation. It could be because of his teeth on my skin or the way he’s hovered above me bare-chested, either way the man is turning me on.

“Your soaked pussy,” he drawls, dragging a finger over my wet panties, “is all the reinforcement I need.”

Sounds good to me considering I’m shaking as his fingers graze over me, smearing my arousal around, the only barrier a thin piece of cotton. Holding my eyes, Maverick silently asks for my permission.

I nod. “Yes. Please, take them off.” Why has it taken him this long?

Sure hands grasp the edge of the cotton material before he tugs ever so lightly, pushing my knees to my chest to get them off.

Oh shit. The cool air hits my center just as my panties are slipped off my ankles. He places a kiss to one foot, lifting it before sliding it over his shoulder and rendering me completely bare to him. “Orgasms are better when you’re swollen,” he coos, placing my other foot flat against the cushion.

Swollen? Does he mean ... ?

He swipes a finger through my slit and my head falls back. “I don’t even care what you’re talking about,” I moan.

His finger presses against me. “Are you swollen for me, Ainsley?” He breathes along my center and my legs clench around his head. I’m guessing yes.

“Tsk, tsk,” he scolds, readjusting so he can pull my legs back and keep them pinned within the crease of his elbow. “Stay still. I want to make sure you’re absorbing my lecture.”

He says it like he’s a professor, but we all know I’m not learning shit here. All I know is that my body is feeling crazy good under his skillful hands.

“Ainsley. You still with me?”

Underneath all the sexual prowess he’s exuding lies amusement.

I shake off the cloud of euphoria of his firm grip, holding me open. “I’m absorbing everything very, very well, Mr. Lexington.”

His lips do a little half tip before he leans down and licks up my slit. “Ahh!” My back arches and he has to force my hips back down.

“Some would argue you aren’t absorbing much at all,” he says with his lips against my clit. “Some would say you’re dripping.”

---