Odessa POV
“I can’t believe you kept it!” I gasped.
Maverick held up the silver butt plug with a wildcat tail attached to it. He lay on our new bed, shirtless. He resembled a man basking in all his glory.
“I kept the entire outfit, Wildcat.”
I had a love-hate relationship with that thing.
“Don’t worry. You’re not wearing this one tonight.”
Maverick dragged the bedside drawer open and pulled out a little box. He emptied the box in his palm.
A pink object dropped.
“I got you a pink one,” he said, holding a pink teardrop-shaped plug with a rose bottom.
I bit the inside of my cheek and stared at it.
“On my lap,” he ordered.
“Maverick…”
“If you hadn’t snuck out, we wouldn’t be here.”
He sat up and patted his thigh. “Now.”
We did a lot of talking on the way here, which only made
