I patted her arm. “Tell you what, Paula, I’ll write you that testimonial when I get a chance.”
She lit up. “Really?”
“Really. That toy has beenveryuseful to me.”
Even if I’d never used it myself, it had opened Damon’s eyes to the possibility of being with a man. For that, I’d write Paula a freakingglowingreview.
But first, I had to go reclaim my man before he regretted going on this date with me. I joined him at the bar, where he’d managed to get his hands on a beer and a margarita for me.
I took the drink from him. “Too much?”
He chuckled as he lifted the beer bottle to take a gulp. “You’re going to be a challenge, aren’t you?”
“Are you up for that?”
He met my eyes, then let his gaze drop to sweep over me. A slow smile spread across his face. “You know I am.”
“Good. Let’s get a table and get this date started.”
He draped his left arm around my shoulders and walked us to an empty table in the corner. “I really should have gotten that reservation at The Dinner Bell.”
I laughed. “You reap what you sow.”
“That’s the fucking truth.” His tone was warm with affection. “And I’d do it all again.”
CHAPTER 26
Damon
Maverick wasall over me the second his front door closed behind us. Date night had clearly been a success. I’d thought for a second maybe my playful prank to show him I was totally okay with the whole town knowing about us was going to backfire in my face.
It’d shocked the hell out of him. Luckily, his surprise had shifted to pleasure when he’d realized why I’d done it. Then downright enjoyment when he’d promised to get me back and embarrassed my newly bi ass in front of Paula.
“I guess you liked everyone knowing I’m your boy toy,” I murmured between kisses.
Maverick’s breath gusted against my neck as he laughed. “Fuck yeah. You’re still gonna get it, though.”
“Oh, yeah?” I chuckled as he pressed up against me, pinning me to the door. “How am I gonna get it?”
He dropped his hands to my ass, squeezing, and pushed his hard cock against my thigh. “Facedown and ass up, I’m thinking,” he cooed in my ear.
Istilled.
He pulled back to look into my eyes. “If you still want me to fuck you?”
I exhaled shakily. “Fuck yes.”
He grabbed a handful of my T-shirt and tugged me into a filthy kiss, then turned and pulled me toward the bedroom. “Let’s do it, then.”
I followed him to the bedroom, where he shoved me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. Maverick pushed up my shirt, kissing a trail from my navel to the center of my chest. I raised my arms, helping shed my shirt, then reached for his.
Together, item by item, we unbuttoned, pushed at fabric, and contorted our bodies to get free of our clothing.
“Turn over,” Maverick said. “Let me get you ready.”
Nerves fluttered as I rolled onto my stomach. Maverick stuffed a pillow under my hips and then cupped my ass, massaging it gently.
“When’s the last time you fucked your ass with that toy?”
