Page 73 of Meet Your Match
I groaned with the first release, and Maven was right on my heels, crying out as she found her second orgasm. She was melting into me, and I took her weight even as my body convulsed and shook with her. It was so fucking good, so fuckingus— hot and angry and unpredictable.
“Yes, baby,” I moaned, filling her again and again. I could feel my cum dripping out of her already. “Just like that.”
She cried out, bouncing against me, riding out the last of her climax until we were a trembling, filthy mess. Sweat slicked our skin, and our breaths were still haggard and harsh as I carefully set her foot back down on the ground, releasing her arm, both of us wincing from how we’d been tangled up now that the rush had passed.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” she panted between breaths, and she turned to face me, leaning her back against the mirror.
She smiled.
I smiled.
And then she laughed, shaking her head as she started to right herself.
“I told you.”
“Told me what?” she asked, attitude present as ever as she tucked her tits back into her dress.
“That I’d have you in my bed soon.”
She looked around with an arched brow. “I didn’t realize you slept in the weight room.”
I bit my lip before letting a growl out, laughing a little as I pinned her. “Smart ass,” I said, and then I kissed her smile.
“Vince, wait,” she said, pressing a hand to my chest. She looked at that hand, then up at me. “This… this can’thappen again. I know we have this… thisthingbetween us, and that was…sohot. But it was just once. Just to scratch an itch.”
“Scratch an itch,” I repeated.
She nodded, brows tugging inward.
“What happened to what you asked me?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You asked if I’d feel the same, even after having you,” I said. “Why would you ask that if this was just toscratch an itch?”
She swallowed, her eyes flicking between mine before she stared at where her hand still pressed into my chest and held me at a distance.
“It was a one-time thing,” she murmured again.
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean it.”
I wanted to ask her why again.Whywas this a one-time thing?Why“couldn’t we,” as she had put it? What was she hiding?
What was she so damn afraid of?
But I knew, even then, with her looking me dead in the eyes and saying that this was it — she was a damn liar.
This wasn’t it.
Not even close.
So, I humored her, stepping back and giving her space.
Because if there was anything I loved more than fucking Maven King, it was proving her wrong.
“Fine,” I said.
