Chapter Fourteen
MADISON
Iheld the covers under my chin, my heart still trying to remember how to beat at a normal pace. I blinked fast, kind of not wanting to look to my right and remind myself that Maverick did this to me.
A part of me wanted to say we were doing this too much.
Too often.
Sneaking around.
We were going to get caught.
But it just felt so damn good.
“Hey, sweetie,” Maverick said. “Where did you put those pictures that were on the table that night I came over?”
“What?” I asked.
“The pictures, Madison.”
“No.”
“I’ll go look for them.”
“You won’t find them.”
“Want to bet?”
I finally turned my head.
Maverick looked at me with a slight grin on his face.
He was just too sexy. It was like his looks and touch were a drug and I needed more.
More!
“Bet what?” I whispered.
“I don’t know,” Maverick said. He slid out of the bed and stood up, showing off his steel-like bare ass. “But I’ll trash the apartment until I find those pictures.”
Maverick cupped his third leg with both hands and walked to my dresser.
“Are they in here?” Maverick asked.
I quickly sat up and pulled the covers with me. “What is wrong with you?”
“What?” Maverick asked. “I want to see those pictures.”
“Why?”
“You watch me play goalie,” he said.
“You watch me take pictures!”
“But I don’t get to see the pictures,” he said. He opened the top drawer of my dresser. My panty drawer. “Let’s check in here.”
“Really?” I asked. “You want to be a perv and go through my panties? Go for it. Look at all the panties you’ll never get to take off me.”