Chapter Eleven
Maisie
I looked up at Beck as I curled my hand around his c**k, the skin hot and velvety. I wasn’t the least surprised to discover he was quite the handful, literally. His gaze was fierce, the need contained within making me catch my breath. I should’ve been thinking more clearly—something, anything sensible—but I was far past that. The only thoughts tumbling through my mind were driven by the overwhelming need humming through me.
The moment I’d let the gates holding my desire back open, it had raced through me with such force, all I knew was what my body wanted. Beck. Now. I didn’t care this was flat crazy, and I’d probably regret it. I’d even forgotten that I’d cast this net, thinking it likely reality wouldn’t live up to fantasy. The opposite was turning out to be the
