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that was happening to her.
    “Dave,” Maverick barked. “Get that fucker out of here. I’ll talk to the boss about tonight.”
    “You can’t do that!” Dahlin yelled as he moved into Maverick’s space.
    Maverick maneuvered Emma behind him, out of Dahlin’s reach, before he stepped nose-to-nose with Dahlin. “Yes. I. Can. And I am doing it. If you have any complaints then let the boss know, but remember he’ll have the results from the blood test that we’ll be doing on Emma,” he bluffed.
    There wouldn’t be a blood test because he refused to put Emma through that. Dave would back him up in their report about the incident with Dahlin.
    What he really wanted to do was punch the bastard so hard he wouldn’t be able to see for a week, or eat for that matter. Why did Dahlin have to act like he hadn’t done a damn thing wrong? If Emma had left the room, Maverick didn’t think he’d have been able to hold back from knocking the fucker’s teeth down his throat.
    Dave picked Dahlin’s jacket up from the chair and took him by the arm. Dahlin shook his arm and freed himself.
    “I’ll have your job for this,” he spat as he marched out ahead of Dave.

Chapter Seven
    B efore Maverick could turn or think of his next move, Emma had her dress yanked off and dropped to the floor seconds before she knelt in front of him.
    He blinked a few times to try and clear his head, but nothing worked. She was still on the floor at his feet. When she reached for his zipper and yanked it down, he still couldn’t move or find his tongue. His breathing was heavier as Emma nudged against his erection with her knuckles before she shoved his pants and briefs past his hips, which allowed his dick freedom.
    “I’m hurting, Maverick,” she moaned against his leaking crown. “I’m not so far gone that I don’t know that he drugged me, but I want you to make it better. Make it stop. My clit throbs.” She licked the crown as her fist tightened around his solid length. “I’m so wet and on fire that I need you to put it out...please.” She sucked him into her mouth and moaned around him.
    Maverick felt his balls tighten, bringing him back to his senses. They’d deserted him the minute he’d seen Emma, in her sexy as fuck underwear, eye level with his cock.
    He pulled her off him and tried to catch his breath, but her hands were everywhere—touching his balls, his legs, and groin before they slid back along his dick. He captured them in his and pulled her to her feet.
    “I need to get you out of here.” He rested his forehead against Emma’s and tried to catch his breath. Emma wouldn’t have any of it though.
    She ground her hips against his; she pushed close enough to rub the hard tips of her breasts against his chest.
    “I can’t...God, I need...I need...dammit; I need to come before I go insane. Feel how wet I am. Please, Maverick.” Emma took hold of his hand and shoved it between her spread thighs. As soon as his fingers slipped beneath her panties, he felt the wet heat of her pussy. He couldn’t resist as his fingers slid deep inside her warmth. Emma threw her head back as her hips rocked against his hand. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen and he felt like a bastard for wanting more. She was drugged. He shouldn’t be taking advantage of her. Albeit she was the one who started this. He hadn’t made a move, at least not a full on sexual move. But fuck it, he wanted to.
    His cock was fully swollen and hurt because he was so hard. The bulging crown was soaked with his arousal, which wouldn’t stop trickling from the slit.
    “Oh, God,” Emma moaned. “I need more.”
    She backed away, and while Maverick stood watching, she made fast work of removing her bra and panties. He gulped at the beautiful body on display; his mouth watered at the ripeness of her large breasts with the hardened, cherry nipples. She was exquisite and he wanted her. He’d wanted her since he first set eyes on her.
    “Maverick,