What the fuck did I just do?
And that was how I fell asleep.
My body full of pleasure and my head and heart full of confusion.
We both knew it meant absolutely nothing.
This thing with Maverick was actually kind of simple when you thought about it.
He was the one taking a bigger risk than me.
If my father found out about us fooling around, Maverick would be a dead man.
And if my father didn’t kill him, then my father would trade him.
Aside from that, Maverick and I had that understanding going on.
This was about sex. About pleasure. About having fun.
And once in a while it was nice to have someone in bed overnight.
All these thoughts moved through my head fast when I woke up and saw Maverick next to me in bed.
There was a part of me that kind of wished I’d wake up and he’d be gone.
Nope.
There he was.
Sleeping on his back, his hands behind his head.
If he opened his eyes, he’d look like some seductive underwear model.
Except…
He’s not wearing underwear, right?
I licked my lips and slowly lifted the covers so I could see for myself.
I sucked in a breath when I saw Maverick’s cock again.
I mean, it made perfect sense why he was such a good goalie.
He had three legs.
“When you’re done staring, you can start sucking,” Maverick’s morning growly voice said.
“Oh, shut up,” I said, dropping the covers.
He turned his head and looked at me. “That’s it?”
“You’re not even supposed to be here.”
“You asked me to stay.”
“I don’t remember saying those words,” I said. “And if I did, it was during my post-orgasm high.”
“I’m that good in bed, huh?” Maverick asked.