I didn’t need that look.
I was well aware of how sexy Maverick was.
Now we were alone together.
“You know, you’re screwing up my life right now,” I said.
That was the wine talking.
“I’m screwing up your life, sweetie?” Maverick asked. “You’re screwing up mine.”
“What? How?”
“The sex,” he said. “The lies. I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.”
“What the hell, Mav?” I groaned. “Don’t tell me that!”
“Why not?” Maverick asked.
“Because… it’ll make me want to fuck you again!” I cried out.
And that’s when Maverick smiled.
And that’s when I knew what was going to happen next…