Page 85 of IOU

“Fuck!” My body arches and all I want to do is fight against the strength of the sensations. His hand—God bless it—keeps my right leg pinned to the cushions while his fingers pick up speed and his tongue swirls the sensitive bundle of nerves in a pattern until sweat drips from my forehead and the pressure builds so high that I scream out, “Squeeze! Squeeze my boob, Maverick!”

Without so much as a hesitation, Maverick’s free hand snakes out and instead of squeezing my breast like I instructed, he pinches my nipple and I explode in a tangle of “Holy shits and oh my Gods.”

It takes a full minute—really, who’s counting—for the ringing in my ears to stop. It probably takes another minute for my legs to stop convulsing and relax from around his head.

“I think we should really return that book when the feeling returns to my hands,” I mutter out.

Maverick raises his head and wipes his mouth against the back of his hand. “I agree. It wasn’t very informative.”

Rumor has it they eloped.

“Did she like the place?”

I pace alongside the edge of the complex. I needed some air and privacy when Mike called about Ainsley’s new house.

“She’d prefer something updated in this century,” I clip. Truth is, it’s a cute house just on the outskirts of the city. Ainsley would love it—if I told her about it.

“Come on, Maverick. You need to convince her that this place is perfect. It’s a ten-minute drive to campus and comes fully furnished. My dad can even get the security deposit waived. The elderly couple just needs someone to rent it until they return in six months.”

Mike said the owners are moving in with their daughter in Wisconsin. She’s having twins and since they’ve retired, they offered to help out with the babies for a while. It’s the perfect solution for their family and for Ainsley. It’ll give her a place to herself, away from the drama of Havemeyer’s rumors. But ...

“I’ll talk to her, Mike,” I lie. “But she’s already demanded an open concept with modern decor.”

Ainsley would never say that, but Mike doesn’t need to know that.

He lets out a deep sigh. “She does realize she’s a college student, doesn’t she? There aren’t many options in her price range given her history as a renter.”

“She’s not desperate.” She was before, not now. “Her cash is as good as anyone else’s.”

Why am I snapping at Mike for doing what I’ve been begging him to do all along?

“Fuck!” I growl. “Just find something else!”

Mike makes an exasperated noise. I don’t blame him. I’m being a complete pain in the ass today.

“Whatever you want, Maverick. I’ll ask my father to keep looking.”

I grunt out something close to a “thanks” and hang up. I’m in a terrible fucking mood.

You would think my mood would be as euphoric as the first drag of a cigarette.

Maybe it was last night after I tasted Ainsley and felt a rush of feelings that were not supposed to be there. But that’s when it all went to shit too.

I didn’t just please her, I worshipped her body like it was the last item on my bucket list. I honored her. I begged to please her.

And I voided my contract.

Everything is so messed up.

I’m messed up.

I vowed to always be an honest businessman and I blew it. I allowed business to mix with pleasure.

Last night was ... eye-opening.

I care for her.

God, I think I might be in fucking love with her.

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