I need to meet Axel. Properly. I’ve only seen him once and I was panicking. I don’t think that’s a fair introduction.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a greater look of joy on a person’s face. Maverick looked positively gleeful and immediately began to strip. “You want to ride him back to the pack house?” he asked.
“Maybe? Another introduction first.” Hopefully I was hiding my innate fear, because inside I was trembling. Surely, I would learn to love the animal as I loved (!!) the man.
Maverick nodded and took off his boxer briefs. I glanced at his package. (Couldn’t help myself. It was dark last night.) I was delighted with what I saw—eleven thick inches of perfection, and he wasn’t even erect. It was all mine. My insides clenched at the naughty thoughts running through my head. There were
