"It was never my line," Maeve answers with a laugh, shifting herself when he tugs her, throwing one leg over his hips so she can properly settle into his lap.

All the shit people have said about her, all the assumptions they made, none of it had ever been true. Maeve Wiley was a cockbiter, Maeve Wiley was a slut, Maeve Wiley fucked five guys in one night because she was short on rent. She hadn't bothered fighting back because it didn't matter, but it hadn't been true.

Before this, there's only ever been Jackson and Maeve is more than comfortable with that. She doesn't owe anyone explanations or her history. All she knows is whatever people want to say about her, it feels good to settle into Steve's lap and feel him warm between her thighs. And it feels really good to tilt her head and kiss him, pressing her lips to his, drawing the tip of her tongue gently against his lower lip in a tease.