He shakes his head, and I trail my lips down his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until both of his strong hands grip my shoulders and push me back.
“Boone?”
“I do wanna fuck you, Mav. So bad, you have no idea. But… I don’t have a bulb.”
It takes me a second to figure out what he’s talking about.
Shit.
“I totally forgot,” I say, rolling off him, breathing heavily as I stare at the ceiling. “Holy shit, I never forget.”
He huffs a breath on his fingernails, buffing them against his pretty skin.
“Seriously, though, we don’t hafta do that tonight…”
I shake my head, looking for my jeans. “I need my phone.”
He points out where they landed. I fish my phone from my pocket and sit next to him on the bed. I order supplies from my favorite delivery app. Boone looks over my shoulder and points out a toy he likes.
I raise my brow and add it to the cart. Then pay extra for the after-hours premium drone delivery.
“It’ll be here in under an hour.”
He taps his chin. “Whatever will we do for an entire hour?”
We have no problem figuring out how to pass the time.
“Call me a slut if you must,” I say, pulling the bulb from the delivery box and holding it in the air, “but I have requested this exact delivery on at least four different continents.”
We laugh.
“And you’re still good to go bare?” Boone asks, hunger in his eyes.
“Fucking breed me.”
Boone gestures to the bathroom. “Clean your ass, stat.”
I send him a crisp salute. “I’ll be right back.”
27
BOONE
Maverick strutsout of the bathroom, a brilliant smile on his face. “Ready to enjoy my ass, bossy man?”
Fuck. Yes.
I lie back and cross my arms behind my head, unable to believe my incredible luck. “Come here.Now.”
He closes the distance and clambers over me, straddling me as he reaches for the lube. His hands shake as he lubes me up. Pulling aside one cheek, he’s breathing heavy as he guides me to his slicked hole, grunting as he lowers himself onto me.
“Oof, girthy,” he cracks, his face scrunched in pain. “I maybe should’ve given myself a few more minutes with that toy of yours.”
I’m picking up on the fact that Maverick is almost as stubborn as I am, so I grab his hips, pulling him off me.
“It’s fine, Boone.” Maverick sends me a scowl. “Let me fuck myself on you.”
“I will,” I say, dragging him face down across my lap. “But you need to get it into your head that I’m not ever gonna hurt you.”
