“No,” Zoe said. “I meant take pictures of the hockey teamandget some gigs on the side. But I can see where your mind is right now.”
“Sexy stuff,” Eva whispered.
“I didn’t mean that,” I said. “It just slipped out.”
“But you said it,” Zoe said. “It’s on your mind.”
“These pictures are on my mind,” I said. “Can’t you see these printed? Can’t you see them in a gallery or someone wanting to buy them? Or even if I had some kind of online gallery, right?”
“You can do anything you want, Madison,” Eva said. “Your problem?”
I looked at Eva and curled my lip. “I can’t commit, right?”
“No,” Eva said with a smile. “You’ve gotgoalie dickon the brain. Big time.”
“Just how big isbig time?” Zoe asked.
I looked at Zoe. “See? This is not helpful to me. It’s not what I wanted either.”
“But it’s the truth,” Eva said. “And nothing is going to stop us-”
A heavy knocking at the door shut Eva up.
I was never so grateful for someone to be at my door.
I jumped up and hurried to the door.
I felt like I could kiss whoever it was knocking.
Then I opened the door.
And I gasped.
Maverick stood there.
“What the fuckare you doing here?” I growled.
“Bad time?” Maverick asked. “Do you have another guy here?”
I reached for his chest and spread my hand wide against it.
So… hard…
My mind flashed to a memory I didn’t need to relive at that moment.
Maverick rolls me on top of him. His cock is still buried deep between my legs. Without thinking, my hips begin to move. Rocking forward and back, feeling that impressive thickness making me ready to climax in seconds. My hands touch his chest. My thumbs kind of slide over his nipples. His chest is big. Wide. Strong. Built. Earned…
I pushed Maverick back and pushed the memory to the back of my mind.
I shut my apartment door behind me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Are you drunk?”
“Working on it,” I said.
“You look relaxed.”