Squirm all you want.

You’d annoyed Maverick for the last time tonight. Making snarky comments and acting like a spoiled rich girl as you complained about him and your arranged marriage. That was until he threw you over his shoulder and carried you to your shared room. Where he placed you on your back and placed his head beneath your dress skirt.

His voice was a scowl, his tongue teasing you as he spoke against your skin.

“If you’re so talkative put that mouth to use, and scream.”