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Ignoring her, I stop her in front of the bench. “Sit,” I instruct her.

“Maverick,” she says cautiously, but does as she’s told and sits. “What are you doing?”

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I grab another towel and gently work on drying her hair.

I can feel her gaze on me as I work on drying her off. Once I’m done with her hair, I take the towel and rub at her arms.

With every touch of her body, her breathing picks up its pace.

I take my time, working the towel over her arms, then parting the towel wrapped around her to reveal her breasts.

A low, sensual moan slips from her lips as I rub the towel over her breasts. My eyes drift up to look at her face. Her eyes are closed, her head leaned back against the wall, and her hands fist the towel that lies at her waist.

I can’t get over how sexy my Little Bunny is.

“Maverick,” she whispers my name, her voice filled with arousal.

“Yes, baby?” I ask, moving the towel down to her thighs.

She sucks in a breath, her chest heaving as she watches my every movement. “What are you doing?”

Letting the towel drop to the ground, I grab her knees and push them apart.

“Maverick!” she gasps, eyes widening as my fingers brush over her pussy.

“Would you judge me for my kinks, Little Bunny?” My voice comes out low, and there’s a hunger in my tone. I need her more than my next fucking breath. I won’t fuck her, but I have to taste her, have to hear her cry out my name as she comes apart on my tongue.

She licks her lips, slowly shaking her head. “You don’t judge me for mine. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Good,” I growl, my fingers finding the string of her tampon. I pause for a moment, my eyes locking on hers, daring her to stop me.

She looks like she wants to, cheeks blazing with embarrassment.

“I know a lot of your kinks, Little Bunny,” I growl, pulling it free. It slides out, but I don’t look away from Cove as I move my hand, dropping the tampon in the trash. “But do you want to know one of mine?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, body vibrating with need.

A low groan rumbles in the back of my throat when my eyes lock on her pussy. So pink and needy, and there’s a bit of blood near her opening. “Blood,” I growl. “When Saint cut you right here,” I explain, running my finger between her breasts, the smallest scar left behind. “The sight of your blood nearly sent me feral.”

“Really?” Her breaths are coming faster now.

I’m so damn hard it hurts, my body is shaking with the need to fucking consume her. But I hold myself back, not wanting to overwhelm her.

A lot of people would think what I’m about to do to her is gross, but I don’t think it is.

With the way Cove is looking at me like she wants me to devour her, who am I to say no?

“Can I have a taste, Little Bunny?” I ask, running my fingers through her folds.

She whimpers, her pupils going wide. She hesitates for a moment before licking her lips and nodding.

With a primal growl, I grip her ass and pull it toward the edge of the bench.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she pants out.

“Why’s that?” I ask, parting her thighs further apart.

“It’s...”