Chapter 22. Blue Balls

Lake POV

She was fucking clueless. She was fucking hot, and she had no idea.

If I didn’t value her, I would have fucked her, but I had great respect for her, and I didn’t want her to regret sleeping with me when she woke up the following day.

And the fucking agreement started to piss me off— really pissed off. It was getting our way, and she had never been a rulebreaker.

I slept with a raging hard-on after I sent a text to my assistant, and I was exhausted.

I woke up too early and went to my mini gym to run on a treadmill and lift some weight. After that, I put on my gloves and threw punches and kicks on the bag. I was sweating, my heart pumping so hard, and I began to catch my breath.

It felt good, but I was still pissed off at myself and the entire situation I put myself into.

I needed to blow off some steam because the image of Maverick naked kept taunting me, and the softness of her skin, the feel of her breast on my pal