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I don’t even care if he’s trying to be all smart and cute with this word play.

“And some would say that you better be careful or I will burn the apartment down if you don’t stop being a nerd and keep your mouth on me.”

He is the one who brought up the whole book thing. I was fine with just fucking and not talking. He’s the one trying to be all clever and slow.

“A nerd, huh?”

A glimmer of mischief dances in his eyes before it disappears. “Lift your shirt. Now.”

Shit. I’m going to come on his face. Seriously, I’m not even going to get to see his dick before I come.

I lift the fabric over my chest. “Do you want it all the way off?”

His gaze roams all over my chest. “No. Now your bra.”

You know, any other day I would have worn my comfy bra. The one I probably should toss since the wire is almost poking through the fabric, but I didn’t today. Maybe because taking Maverick to Crush It seemed a little date-like. Either way, the front clasp bra I have on is super cute and supportive.

I finger the clasp watching as his left hand traces up my thigh and over my stomach, just waiting for me to free them. When I don’t do it fast enough for his liking, he flips the clasp himself and my breasts spill out. “Do the CliffsNotes say to suck a woman’s nipple because I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I offer.

He grins. “Is that so? You want me to put my mouth on your tits, Ainsley?”

Why does his voice have to sound so seductive?

I tip my chin and pull away the rest of my bra. His eyes dart from left to right, taking in each breast as if they were a work of art worthy of being memorialized.

He pushes up, one knee on the cushion, lifting his body enough to fold over me. “Tell me what you want me to do, Ainsley. How do you want me to get you off?”

I can feel the length of him hard against the soft of my stomach.

“I really didn’t need to know how to get myself off. You’re doing a great job, though,” I admit. That is the last time I listen to my mother. I should have known I didn’t need a book to orgasm.

I just needed an apartment genie.

“Oh no, I think it’s important you know what you like. Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Great. Just freaking great. I mean, really, it is great, but I wish he would let the whole book thing go and just fuck my brains out. It would save us all some trouble.

“Touch them,” I mumble, a little sour.

He doesn’t move. “Touch you where? Here?” He pushes two fingers against my clit and I nearly come apart.

“There’s good.” I pant.

“Are you sure?” he teases. “What about here?” His hand moves along my breast and around the swell of the curve, to the middle, stopping on the nipple.

“Put your mouth on them,” I tell him, not even concerned that my face is probably pinker than my nipples themselves.

His tongue is hot and firm. So much that I arch from the pressure he applies with each suckle. “Oh shit. Oh shit,” I cry. I didn’t think a mouth could bring forth these sensations. My toes curl into the sofa and my legs instinctively close around his jean-clad waist, but they don’t get the pressure they’re looking for.

“Keep moving your hands,” I pant, instructing Mav to caress and squeeze while his mouth works greedily at my nipple. Clearly, I’ve jumped on board with this game.

Maverick moves to the other breast, doing just as instructed, but this time he makes this sound of contentment like pleasuring me is just as pleasurable for him.

“Tell me what to do next,” he pants between licks and the occasional nip.

My mind is so cluttered at the moment that I don’t know what I want him to do other than strip and shove his dick so far in me that I can’t breathe from the pressure.

“Pressure. I need more pressure. Your fingers,” I pant. “I want them inside of me.”

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