I need to gather my composure before I say or do something stupid and lose my job.
“Sure, give me a second.”
He takes my place, and I beat a quick path to the bathroom.
I look at myself in the mirror. “Don’t let those bastards see you sweat, Cocoa.”
My mouth falls open in shock when Maverick walks into the bathroom.
“You can’t be in here!”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he states matter-of-factly. “The world is my oyster.”
Maverick pounces before I can contemplate my next move and forces me into the last stall. He steps inside, closes the door, and locks it.
I ball my fists and start swinging. The attack catches him by surprise, and I get in a few good hits before he deftly pins my wrists above my head using one hand and pushes the other into my black shorts, violently plunging his fingers into my slippery center.
“You’re a sick fuck,” I moan, dropping my forehead to his chin.
“You have no idea.”
A hidden meaning underlies his words. Maverick is demented, and this is only the surface of his depravity. How many layers does his crazy go?
“So fucking hot,” he whispers, savagely driving in and out of my saturated pussy.
Spasms ripple through my core and my hips writhe, riding my orgasm to completion. Once the fog clears, my body goes rigid with rage.
I hate him so fucking much!
I sink my teeth into his bottom lip.
“Bitch,” he snarls and swings me around, slamming my face into the stall wall.
I whimper, head spinning from the impact. Maverick forces my bottoms and panties to my thighs, then his erection is skimming along my sopping folds.
“No,” I plead.
“Yes,” he groans into my neck, slowly penetrating my pulsating sheath.
The bathroom door creaks open.
“Did you see the way Maverick was gawking at Cocoa?” Lori asks.
“OMG, yes,” Rebecca replies. “It’s not the first time I’ve seen him ogling her either.”
We stay perfectly still and quiet while they relieve themselves. The toilets flush, then they wash their hands and continue the conversation.
“I think he has a thing for her,” Lori says. “Why else would he watch her like a lost puppy all the damn time?”
“Victoria’s going to be livid.”
Their voices fade as they exit the bathroom.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” Maverick barks, then bolts from the stall, leaving me trembling and in disarray.
I bound towards the exit in my bid to get far away fromher.
“Mav, where you going?” Dee calls.
