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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: TRICKS UP HER SLEEVE
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IRIS I told myself this wouldn’t happen. I swore it wouldn't. And yet, here I was, giving him the permission to ruin me.His hands were on me, bringing me down from the railing before I could take my next breath.Maverick captured my lips with his once again, his hand gliding from my waist down to my ass. I tried to meet his frantic pace, standing on my tippy toes as if that would somehow make us even closer.I couldn’t get enough. I didn't want to stop.“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Angel,” he breathed against my lips. “No fucking idea.”More heat pooled between my thighs and I whimpered, trying to lift my thigh to his waist. “Oh yeah?”“Fuck yeah,” he growled. His hand moved down to my thighs, cursing as he moved my dress out of the way, his fingers tracing the hem of my panties.“Maverick, they’ll soon notice we’re gone. We don’t have—”I gasped, throwing my head back as his hand slipped into my panties, feeling how wet I was for him.“L
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IRIS I could still feel Maverick. On my skin. Between my legs. Everywhere. And we didn't even have sex. I was still trying to pull myself after what we had just done, but as Maverick and I stepped into the ballroom, hand in hand, as if nothing had happened, I felt a shiver run down my spine. “We’ll continue this later,” he had said. Maverick was ready to cross the line. And now, so was I. The room was still buzzing with conversations and clinking glasses. I was fairly sure no one had even noticed that we were gone. Well, except for Dwayne and Megan, who watched us with narrowed eyes as we approached them. I stood right next to Megan, ignoring the pointed look she was giving me. Dwayne was looking at Maverick, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Well, well, look who finally decided to show up.” Megan didn't bother hiding her amusement. “Where have you guys been? Took a little ‘detour’, did we?” My cheeks heated, but I tried to keep the expression on my face plain. I cleared
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