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His hand let go of her ass, coming around to move between their hips and rub the sensitive bud between her legs.

“Oh!”

“I want us to, together.”

“Oh, God!”

He rubbed her faster, kicking up his pace and pounding into her again. Pilar dug her nails into his chest, holding on for dear life as she felt her entire body rip apart with pleasure. Every single piece of her screamed while her orgasm hit her hard again.

Her thighs locked, squeezing the sides of Maverick’s waist with enough force to practically bruise his skin. She heard him gasp, his hips stilling as his own orgasm stole the breath from his lungs.

She felt herself wane, only barely catching herself from crashing into his chest by locking her arms in place. Maverick cupped her face, pulling her down to settle her forehead against his as they breathed together.

“Wow,” he said after a few minutes.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah. Welcome to being a shifter.”

He snickered. “What a great introduction into your world, Pilar.”

She squeezed her hips around his again. “My pleasure. I think I would have to agree with that one.”

She gave him a quick, chaste kiss, rubbing her hands over his chest soothingly. The steady heartbeat under her hand made her settle. She hated the memory of not being able to feel it when he stopped breathing, that terrifying moment before she’d given him the serum.

It was something she’d never forget.

She kissed him again. “How do you feel?”

“Incredible, actually.”

She smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”

He rolled them over onto their sides, curling an arm around the back of her head and brushing his fingers through her tousled hair. She leaned back into his touch, loving how safe she felt in his arms.

“You are amazing, Pilar.”

“Stop.”

He kissed along her jaw, peppering her skin with them. “I’m serious.”

“I think you’re in your post-sex bliss.”

Maverick made a negative sound, rubbing his nose into the crook of her neck and smiling into her skin. “Don’t discredit me.”

She laughed. “All right, all right.”

He nipped at her skin one last time.

“Good.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

MAVERICK

Once they were cleaned and half-dressed, Maverick’s thoughts drifted back to the real problem at hand: Hal.

He couldn’t contain the restless feeling in his chest as Pilar walked around his penthouse with her insane body in nothing but a sweatshirt and a pair of lace panties. In fact, at the moment, he could only think of how tired he was of all of this drama.

The kidnapping at the fundraising, the attack of condors at his condo, being poisoned at work and having the girl of his dreams worry that it’d been her fault for not properly protecting him, all of it was because of Hal. Clearly, the man wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. If anything, he’d most likely escalated it to the point of seriously injuring either one of them again. Maverick couldn’t let that happen. It was time to take this guy down for good.


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