He didn’t.
By the time I got home I was as annoyed as Maverick that I’d gone in the first place. Why did I care? Sure, I’d set up the matchmaker profile, but Mav was choosing to go on these dates.
Probably just to bug me.
And it was working, too. I’d tossed and turned, and then got up at dawn to go to work, where Lyle had pushed us hard to meet our deadlines.
I rolled my stiff shoulders. I needed a hot shower. Needed torelax.
I walked up the porch, my steps dragging. You’d think my feet weighed ten pounds each.
A box sat propped against my door. It wasn’t plain cardboard, but was branded withSensual Secrets.The picture on the side made my eyes go wide. It was a dick-shaped dildo, slim at the tip but growing wider as it went…and some sort of remote control?
I tilted my head to read the fine print.
Try our enemies-to-lovers mode for a wild ride, or slow down the vibrations to a sweet, sensual first. All our fan-favorite settings in one toy!
The beep-beep of Maverick’s Mini Cooper, followed by the slam of his car door, made me turn. I hadn’t even heard the damn thing. It was as quiet as a dang toy car.
Maverick wore shorts today, short ones that clung to his ass as he bent over to retrieve a tote bag from the backseat.
Fine gold hair glinted on his calves, reminding me he was a dude despite the sweet curve of his ass. I averted my gaze, fidgeting impatiently.
“I think I got something of yours,” I called.
Maverick straightened up and closed the back door. He smiled at me, eyes crinkling up in the corners.
I smiled back on reflex, but then frowned. Why has he so happy to see me? He wasneverhappy to see me.
Maverick came up the steps, gaze dropping to the sex toy package in my hand. “Oh no, that is definitely for you.”
“What? No way. I’m sure someone left it for you.”
Maverick pointed. “There’s a note by your door.”
Sure enough, a scrap of paper sat on the porch. It must have fluttered off when I picked up the box.
I retrievedit.
Damon, since you’re so interested in what my dick is doing, here’s one for you to play with…
Maverick
I looked up with a scowl. “I’m not interested in your dick!”
He laughed as I tried to shove the box at him. My head was so hot I probably looked like a damned tomato. I didn’t need all this damn frustration after the day I’d had.
“Take it,” I growled.
“Oooh, Damon, so tempting, but you’re not my type.”
“Bullshit, I’m not your type!” I snapped out before thinking better of it. “You’re notmytype.”
“Hmm. Well, maybe the toy will be more your speed.”
Maverick stepped inside and closed his door in my face. I stood there like an asshole with a fake dick in my hand.
Damn it.
