Page 18 of Big Bold Security

Six years… five of which I have spent married to him, and he still reduces me to a puddle with a single touch.

“You like that?” he whispers into my ear and my knees buckle from the low timbre of his voice.

I want him inside of me.

I always want him.

Maverick must hear my silent request because he withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his shaft. My scream is muffled when he ruts me like a beast. He pounds into me with the intensity of a sex-starved man.

“Fuck baby, want you,” he rasps against my ear, his deep voice muted. He doesn’t move his hand even when I bite into it, hard, as my orgasm pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

He owns me.

Maverick owns every bit of my body, heart, and soul.

“Mine,” he whispers against my hair, his movements getting fevered and drawing me closer to the edge. His palm muffles the scream that tears out of me and that’s all it takes before his body tenses behind mine as he spills his seed deep inside me. Fucking me through the orgasm.

“Happy anniversary baby,” he breathes, dropping his hand from my mouth. “I’m glad Robb used to suck with a knife or it would have taken longer for us to meet.”

A loud high-pitched giggle makes its way to the office and I smile. “Happy fifth anniversary, Maverick.”

~The End