MAVERICK

“You’re going in that—?” He gestured his finger at my outfit without finishing his sentence— a golden sequin thin strap with a deep plunging top and my black mini skirt.

“Yeah, a club outfit. What’s wrong with this?” I spun around to get his approval.

“You barely cover my goods.” He cupped my breast. “Your tits are spilling out.”

“Your goods?” My laugh was breathless as I swatted his hand. “And no touching, please.”

He shook his head in ...