“First off, I hate when guys need to be propped up over their sexual abilities. Second off, I’m the one that’s good in bed. I work with what I have and make it good.”
“So, you used me.”
“Yes.”
“And that whole cuddling thing at the end? Was that you using me too?”
“Cuddling? We did not cuddle.”
“You grabbed my hand and pulled me against you.”
“That was a mistake,” I said. “I was reaching for your…”
“My cock,” Maverick said.
“I can say the wordcock,” I said. “I’m not afraid of dirty words.”
“No? What other dirty words do you say, sweetie?”
“What else do you want to hear?” I asked.
I started to inch closer to Maverick again.
What are you doing?!
Well, I knew what I was doing.
There was a hot, naked hockey player in my bed this morning.
What was I supposed to do?
“I want to hear all the dirty words,” Maverick whispered.
“Cock,” I said. “Right?Pussy?”
“What else?”
“Nipple…”
“Nipple isn’t dirty,” Maverick said. “It’s kind of a funny word.”
“Right,” I said. “Well, this has been fun. I’m going to go take a shower. You know what you need to do next.”
I rolled away from Maverick and stepped out of my bed.
Completely naked.
I stretched a little in front of him and strutted to the bathroom.
I had done it.
I had resisted the wild urge to sleep with him again.
As I walked by the mirror in the bathroom, I looked at myself and threw the cockiest look I could muster up.
Then I turned on the water and stepped into the shower.
The hot water hit my body and felt perfect.