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“What does she want?” Liam asks from across the table, and I jump.
I don’t know when he sat down, and he’s watching us with a tense jaw and a flicker of irritation behind his eyes. I can’t believe the guys got him to come out tonight, but Grant said something about a gentleman’s code, like I understood the meaning.”
Liam wants piper bad I’m alr knowinn 🫦

Take me to church, Emmy,” he murmurs. His hands run up my thighs and squeeze my hips. “Please
“I didn’t think you were a religious guy,” I whisper, and I sink down on him in a bleary fog.
“I’m not.” Maverick bites the soft skin near my shoulder as I take him another inch deeper, and my breath catches in my throat. “But I imagine you’re what heaven feels like, so I’m a converted man
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“Maverick’s eyes flash bright with longing, and heat spreads across my skin.
“Maybe my next tattoo will be the word mine on the back of my right hand.” His fingers dance up my neck and curl around my throat. “So you know who you belong to when you’re with me.”
“Show me,” I whisper. “Show me I’m yours for the night, Maverick.”
Man MAN MANNNNN

Sit on my face.”
“What?” She looks at me like she’s in a fog. “What was—I was so close!”
“I’ll get you there again.” I lie flat on my back, my head against the pillows. “No one’s ever made you come like this because you were with boys before. I’m a man, and I told you I like to eat. Now fucking sit.
OH LAWTWTWTWTTWTW

Am I being good, Emmy?” I twist her other nipple, and her back arches off the bed. “Good enough to touch the rest of you?
“Yes,” she rasps, a needy noise from the back of her throat. I can’t wait to fuck her mouth and see what other sounds I can get her to make. If she’ll gag or moan. Maybe she’ll laugh. “Such a good boy. You can touch me wherever you want
Guys I’ve never read this type before🤔

“Maverick brushes his knuckles against the inside of my thigh, then curls his fingers around my ankles. He tugs me toward the edge of the bed, and I sit up.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You said you wanted me on my knees.” He drops a kiss to my shin, then kneels on the ground in front of me. “And I’ve always liked being a good boy.”

OH MY FUCKING ATLANTAAAA

“Is that why you’re grinding against me, Red? Why you’re getting my sweatpants all wet? Because you hate me?”
“Yes.” I move my hips in a circle and gasp when the tip of his cock brushes against my clit. “But I’d like you a whole lot more if you got on your knees like a good boy and showed me you know how to use your tongue and fingers for something less annoying than running your mouth.
AHHHH

“You,” he says, and it’s so soft, I think I might have misheard him. “Can I have you, Emmy?”
Emmy.
Not Red.
Not Hartwell.
Emmy”
Ok fine I get it I’d give it up too🙌🏼🙌🏼😭

“Asking him to stay would be the stupidest idea I’ve ever had, but I’ve been so lonely lately.
It seems like this moment is inevitable, like everything has been leading to here since he invited me back to his apartment the first day we met.”

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR RULES U WERE DOING SO GOOD EMERSON

“Sunsets made of colors I haven’t seen anywhere else. But saying that seems silly, because it doesn’t do it justice. Even a picture doesn’t fully capture its beauty.”
Maverick nods, and his eyes haven’t left mine since I started talking. “I've never had a place like that before,” he says thickly. “But lately, I think I might be experiencing it for the first time.”
I’m alr knowin 😏