“Someone doesn’t like me in their panty drawer, huh?” Maverick asked.
“I’d prefer you taking my panties off and leaving it at that,” I said.
Maverick took handfuls of my panties and picked them up.
“Let’s see here,” he said. “We’ve got orange, lime, a shoestring…”
“Mav!” I cried out.
He put the panties back in the drawer and shut it.
He turned to face me, his hands going between his legs again.
“Maybe I should check your nightstand drawer,” he said. “What do you think?”
“Go for it.”
“Any toys in there that might make me jealous?”
I laughed. “If you get jealous over batteries, that’s on you, not me. And if I need toys after you leave, that’s also on you… not me.”
Maverick took two steps and I jumped out of the bed.
The covers fell off my body.
Now we were standing, naked. Facing each other.
“I don’t like you right now, Mav,” I said. “Why do you care so much about those pictures?”
“I’m not sure,” he said. “Can’t I take a small interest in what you do for a living?”
“That’s not what this arrangement is,” I said. “We screw. We sleep. We wake up. We screw again. Then we don’t talk for most of the day.”
“Fair enough,” Maverick said. “I just didn’t realize you took other kinds of pictures. Besides hockey players.”
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” I said. “You weren’t supposed to just show up like that.”
“I’m glad I did though,” Maverick said. “Or else I probably wouldn’t be here right now.” He stepped closer to me. “And I did kind of invest in your side hobby by getting those lenses for you.”
“Invest?” I asked. “You broke my camera lens.”
Maverick inched even closer.
He moved his hands away from his third leg.
He touched my hips.
My toes curled.
I tried to focus.
Sex.
This is all about sex.
We were naked. Touching. Ready to go again.
Maverick smiled.