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  “What happens when I finish the program? Will I still be able to contact you?”

  “Of course,” I said. “You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

  She laughed and, for the first time, her smile was genuine, and it was absolutely beautiful. “I still can’t believe I’m even talking to you. I was so mad when my parents brought me here today. I never thought I’d end up talking with my favorite designer.”

  “Your parents love you and want to see you get better,” I said. “They knew I volunteered here and how much you love my work.”

  “They said that?” she asked incredulously.

  Nodding, I continued. “They want you to become a model just as much as you do. Every parent wants to see their kid’s dreams come true, but they care about you more. They can’t stand by and let you hurt yourself like this anymore. I know that you know, deep down, that what you’ve been doing—the way you’ve been living and not eating—isn’t right. And that’s why I hope you consider joining the program here.”

  With that, I gathered up my model book and stood up. “Harper,” she said, timidly.

  I raised my eyebrows and smiled at her. “Yeah?”

  “Thanks.”

  “I’ll let you think about it for a few minutes alone, and when you’ve decided, I’ll be outside.”

  She nodded and I walked back out into the hallway where her parents were standing with one of the doctors and Maverick was leaning against the wall. When I saw him, I felt a rush of relief. Being a slight bitch to Kingston seemed to work, though I hated every minute of it. I wasn’t naturally a bitchy person, so having to be blunt about her future was hard.

  “How’d it go?” Tina asked, nervously, fidgeting.

  “I think it went really well,” I replied, smiling at her and Nick. “She knows she has a problem, and I think she’s considering joining the program here. I told her I’d give her a few minutes alone to decide.”

  Maverick grabbed my hips and pulled me back into his chest. “How are you doing?”

  “I’m fine,” I whispered. I honestly didn’t know how I felt. I was just as nervous as the rest of them, standing out here, waiting for Kingston to decide. It was people like her I wanted to help, and if she decided not to join, I wouldn’t stop until she did. “I’ve decided to take a break from designing.”

  “Just now?” Maverick asked, completely confused.

  “No, while I was talking to Kingston,” I said softly, so nobody could hear. I turned to face him smiling. “I want to help here more, and I want to focus on my personal life. My career can take the back burner for once.”

  “Okay,” he said, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. “I’ll support whatever you want to do.”

  “I love you,” I whispered against his lips. “Thank you for letting me mentor here.”

  “Thank you for wanting to mentor,” he said, grinning. “If it weren’t for you, that girl probably wouldn’t be here right now.”

  I nodded, knowing he was right. “I know.”

  The sound of the door opening caught my attention, and I quickly turned to find Kingston standing in the doorway. I could tell she’d been crying because her eyes were bloodshot, but she smiled as she walked out.

  “I’ll do it,” she said, looking around nervously.

  Thank god.

  I wrapped my arms around her tiny body for a hug. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”

  She nodded and then pulled away, and her parents immediately embraced her and told her how proud they were of her and how much they loved her. Maverick grabbed my shoulder, and I covered his hand with mine and laid my head against our hands with tears in my eyes. I did it. I helped a young girl change her life today, and her parents were going to see her dream come true some day. I’d make sure of it. This triumphant feeling of helping someone never got old. Just watching someone come to the realization that they needed to make a change tugged at my heartstrings, and it made me want to hold their hand through the journey.

  Mentoring, to me, was always a way to give back; to help someone like my mentor helped me. But these patients here at Jones Health Clinic gave me something, too. They gave me their trust and their friendship, and those were things I’d never take for granted.

  Maverick kissed the top of my head and whispered, “I love you.”

  The Lees pulled apart and smiled at me with tears in their eyes. “Thank you so much, Harper.”

  I slipped them each my card with my phone number on it and then handed another one to Kingston. “You can call or text me anytime.”

  The doctor showed Tina and Nick to the receptionist desk so they could start filling out paperwork for Kingston’s treatment. Kingston lingered in the hall for a moment, smiling at Maverick and me.

  “I voted for him,” she confessed, pointing at Maverick, referencing the poll from the article. She laughed lightly and shrugged her shoulders. “You look happier with him, and he’s way hotter than that Max guy.”

  “I am happy with him,” I laughed.

  “And I am way hotter,” Maverick added, grinning confidently.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Harper

  On Valentine’s Day, I woke up alone. Maverick had made love to me earlier this morning, when I was still half asleep, but now he was nowhere to be found. His side of the bed was cold. I sat up and rubbed my eyes open, and that’s when I saw the clothes laid out on the bed with a note. I reached across the comforter and grabbed it:

  Happy Valentine’s Day, baby!

  Put this on and meet me in the foyer at 5:30 for your gift. I know these aren’t your usual clothes, but your ass looks amazing in your yoga pants, and my shirts always look better on you. I also don’t want any of your good clothes to get ruined later.

  Love you,

  Mav

  P.S. I had fun picking out your lingerie.

  Of course he did; he loved my lingerie. I gazed down at the clothes he’d picked and shook my head, smiling. He had a pair of black yoga pants, one of his tshirts, and a black lace bra and matching thong laid out for me. I had to admit, just having him pick out an outfit for me made me melt. He knew I loved wearing his clothes because they smelled like him, and his clean, mint scent drove me absolutely crazy. It was definitely going to be a great Valentine’s Day.

  Maverick

  At noon, I was in my office, about ready to take my lunch break, when someone knocked on my door. I was more than ready for the workday to be over. I wanted to get back home to my woman where I could surprise her with her gift, cook us a nice dinner, and then have her for dessert. That’s all I wanted. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She looked so blissful this morning, she made it hard for me to get out of bed.

  Everything about her makes me hard, I thought.

  “Come in,” I said.

  When the door opened up, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Harper closed the door behind her and locked it. She was wearing tall, black heels and a long black coat belted around her small waist. Her hair was down in sexy, natural waves, and her whole look made me ache for her.

  She shot me a naughty grin. “Hey.”

  My heart raced so loud I could hear it beating in my ears. She looked so fucking hot I couldn’t form words. She sauntered over to me, pulling at her belt.

  “I hope you haven’t had lunch yet,” she said, walking around my desk.

  “I haven’t.”

  “Good,” she smiled, opening her coat. She was decked out in a pink lace bra and thong that looked sexy as hell against her tan skin, and black stockings that ran all the way up to the middle of her thighs. She caressed my face as she moved in front of me and let her coat slide off of her shoulders, hardening my cock in my gym shorts.

  Fuck, she’s better than any fantasy.

  She bent over and touched her lips to mine, giving me a beautiful view of her tits, and I moaned into her mouth when I smelled the lingering berry scent of her shampoo. She was so fucking addicting. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her d
eeper into the kiss. She tasted sweet, like candy, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

  But she broke away smiling and ran her hands down my chest, just like I’d imagined her doing. Then she sat on my desk, and I quickly moved between her legs.

  Her fingers swam through my hair as she gave me another kiss. “Thank you for the roses. They’re beautiful.”

  I smiled as I ran my hands along her legs. I’d sent a dozen red roses to her place earlier. “You’ll get your real gift later,” I said with a wink.

  “You will, too.”

  Raising my brows, I pulled back to look her over, completely amused. “Making my fantasy a reality isn’t my Valentine’s Day gift?”

  “Nope,” she answered proudly, pulling me closer. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

  “Well, you can surprise me whenever you want, baby,” I said, scooting her to the edge of the desk. Spreading her legs farther, I started kissing my way up the inside of her thighs. I could already smell her arousal through her thong, making all the blood in my body rush to my cock, eager for his own V-day gift. She leaned back and gazed down at me, her dark, brown eyes warming me to the core. Pulling her panties to the side, I swiped a finger through her wetness and brought it to my lips and licked it off. “Jesus, you taste so good.”

  “Nobody’s gonna hear us, right?” she asked, worriedly.

  “I don’t know,” I teased, laughing against her skin. “Depends on how loud you wanna get.”

  She smacked my shoulder, laughing. “Mav!”

  I looked up at her, smirking, knowing she wasn’t a loud screamer or incredibly noisy. Standing up from my seat, I cupped her cheeks and reassured her, running my hands down her arms and then laying my hands over hers. “As thrilling as it would be to have an audience, I love being the only one who gets to experience you coming apart, and I plan to keep it that way. No one will hear us, I promise.”

  “Good,” she sighed, contently.

  I trailed kisses down her neck and then undid her bra.

  It’d be a shame to keep her tits locked in a bra on Valentine’s Day. She removed the lacy material and leaned back, and the sight of her bare chest laid out over my desk nearly took my breath away.

  I grabbed her hips and continued pressing kisses up her body. When I got to her tits, I breathed her in, long and hard, loving the smell of berries mixing with the scent of her arousal. She smelled fucking delicious. I swiped my tongue across her nipple and began teasing her with my mouth. She writhed beneath me, tossing her head back and moaning softly as she wrapped her legs around my hips. She held my head to her chest and arched into me, never wanting me to quit. That’s what I loved about us. Her need for me was just as powerful as my need for her. In only a few weeks, she’d become my everything; the woman of my dreams.

  Moving down her body, I quickly took off her thong and then settled between her legs. I slid my tongue into her wet folds, and she gasped at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. She trembled as I sucked hard on her clit and lapped up every bit of her sweet arousal, eliciting moans and murmurs of joy from her whenever I changed tactics. She bucked her hips up into me, silently begging for her release, and I was more than happy to give it to her. Her legs started to quiver around me, and I could tell she was so fucking close. Gripping her hips hard, I took her in deeper, eager to feel her come apart for me. The moment she came was my favorite. Sure, I loved teasing her and revving her up, but watching the pleasure ripping through her was the absolute best. She let go with a soft, hoarse moan, fisting my hair tight, and I tasted the delicious, sweet flavor of her release on my tongue and savored her. She was the best goddamn lunch I’d ever had.

  “God, you’re good,” she breathed, lying back on my desk.

  I leaned over her, smiling. “Best. Lunch. Ever.”

  She laughed and looked away bashfully.

  “Look at me,” I said, turning her face back to me. Her soft, sated eyes danced around innocently, and I loved how inexperienced she was. I loved being the one to encourage her, and bring out the sexy, beautiful goddess living inside her. When she came, the way she let go without a care in the world as ecstasy shot through her, was like the heavens opened up and the angels sang.

  “I’m looking at you,” she murmured, caressing my face.

  “I’m so hopelessly in love with you,” I confessed, leaning against her hand. I thought about how Carter and Elly acted with one another, and now I understood it. Love and finding someone to share it with were the ultimate goals in life, and I had achieved them with Harper.

  She pulled me down for a kiss. “You have my whole heart, Mav.”

  I brushed a tear from her face and kissed her again.

  “I have a question,” she said, smiling mischievously. “Was the reality as good as your fantasy?”

  “Hell yeah!” I exclaimed, nodding. “You made it real. Now, when I’m in here alone, I’ll replay this moment with you.”

  “You wanna make another memory?” she asked, teasing her hands down to my shorts. She slipped a hand inside my waistband and started stroking my cock. “Your lunch break isn’t over yet.”

  I pressed a hard kiss to her lips and growled, “Come here.”

  And we spent the rest of lunch making love in my office.

  Harper

  When five-thirty rolled around, I grew giddy with excitement. It was our first holiday together and things between us had been moving faster than I usually moved in a relationship, but Maverick was everything I had dreamed of and more. He’d sent a dozen red roses earlier in the day that made me all sorts of swoony, so I decided to surprise him at work. After our sexcapades over lunch, I’d come home and slipped into the clothes he’d laid out for me, and spent the rest of my afternoon admiring the roses he’d sent and working on the dresses for Elly’s wedding.

  The foyer of my home looked like a long hallway. It had limestone walls and marble flooring that were unique and everything I dreamed of in a home. I checked my phone and saw it was a minute till, so I stepped into the foyer and anxiously waited at the end of the hall for him to get home. This was already the best Valentine’s Day I’d ever had and Maverick wasn’t even home yet. The note and the clothes and the gorgeous flowers and the afternoon delight—they were all perfect, just like Mav.

  The elevator dinged and I excitedly crossed my arms over my stomach, waiting for the doors to open. Part of me wanted to run down the foyer and jump into his arms, but the other part wanted him to come to me. I wanted to see that confident, sexy look he got in his eyes whenever he saw me and needed me; I loved that.

  But when the doors slid open, my jaw immediately dropped.

  The cutest harlequin Great Dane puppy was nestled in Maverick’s arms, licking his face, and it was the sexiest, most adorable thing I’d ever seen in my entire life!

  Maverick smiled at me and then set the puppy on the floor.

  “There she is, bud,” he said, as the puppy started running toward me, wagging his tail. “Go say hi to Mom.”

  “Ohmigawd!” I cried, kneeling on the floor. The pup ran into my arms and instantly started licking me and pawing at me with his adorably huge paws.

  And, just like that, I was in love with another guy.

  He was gray with black spots and had some white on his legs. He had gangly, puppy legs and his big ears flopped around whenever he moved. Maverick also had a red leather collar around his neck with a heart-shaped dog tag dangling from it. “You are the sweetest thing! I love you,” I said to the pup, rubbing his ears. He barked and pawed at me again. “What should we call you?”

  Maverick stood in front of me, petting our puppy and smiling at me whenever I took a second to glance up at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

  I leaned over and grabbed his face. “Seriously. Best. Gift. Ever!”

  He leaned in and gave me a tender kiss. “I kind of thought of a name for him on the way home tonight.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I asked, awing over the pup more. “What is it?”

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bsp; “What about Axel?” he asked, studying my face. “If you don’t like it, that’s okay. We can name him whatever you want.”

  “Hmm, Axel,” I mused, placing the huge pup back down on the floor. He ran into the living room, and Maverick and I followed and watched him check out his new surroundings. He seemed comfortable and at ease as he sniffed around the couch and then jumped up onto it, looking back at us and panting, which made it look like he was smiling at us.

  I wrapped my arms around Maverick’s waist grinning from ear to ear. “Ohmigawd, I love him.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek, and Maverick turned so our mouths eventually connected. His tongue greeted mine as he ran his fingers through my hair and then down my back. When his hands found my ass, he pulled me closer to him, grinding his hips into me, and I moaned softly, loving his familiar taste and movements.

  The puppy barked at us, and we quickly pulled away from one another, laughing. “Clearly, he likes having all the attention,” Maverick laughed.

  “I like the name Axel,” I said, caressing his cheek. I gazed over toward Axel who was roaming around the living room again. “He’s perfect, Maverick.”

  “I’m glad you like him,” he said, rubbing my back.

  “We should go out and get him some stuff like a bed and toys and a water and food dish,” I said, excitedly.

  Maverick smiled and shook his head. “No need. Go check the second guest room across the hall from your bedroom.”

  “Seriously?” I laughed, incredulously.

  “Yes,” Maverick answered, motioning toward the hall.

  “Axel, come on, bud!” He came when I patted my leg and followed me down the hall to the guest bedroom.

  Opening the door, I found everything Axel needed. There was a large black crate with a bed tucked inside, metal food and water dishes, and four different toys lying on top of the bed. Axel meandered into the crate and picked up a chew toy. He sauntered out looking like a proud pup carrying his new toy.

  “Look at you, hot stuff,” I giggled, tugging the toy from his mouth. I tossed it out into the hall and he chased after it and then ran back into the living room. I followed him, laughing, and found Maverick in the kitchen. “How in the world did you get all of his stuff in here without me knowing?”