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  “Because I’m good like that,” he teased. He smiled at me before leaning over and getting lettuce out of the fridge.

  “You are so good, but tell me your ways,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. Axel came into the kitchen and tugged on the bottom of my pants, and I laughed louder. “Now I get why you wanted me to wear these clothes.”

  Maverick kissed my forehead. “I had Imani pick up all of his stuff from my house while we were at the clinic yesterday, and she brought it in here and set it up in a room you rarely go in.”

  “You are good,” I smiled.

  He leaned down and loosened Axel’s jaw from my pant leg. “No biting, Axel.” Axel flopped down on the kitchen floor and went back to chewing on his toy. Maverick sighed and smiled back at me. “The people I got him from crate-trained and potty-trained him, but he’s still a puppy. He’s going to chew on things, and I didn’t want him ruining any of your clothes.”

  “I’d let him ruin my entire house, that’s how much I love him,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “And I love you for getting him for us. Thank you. For him, and the flowers, and for picking out my clothes, and for lunch. You’ve definitely made this the best Valentine’s Day ever.”

  “And it’s only going to get better,” he murmured against my lips. “We still have dinner and dessert.”

  His eyes lit up when he said “dessert,” which made my insides turn to mush. But then I remembered his gift. “I need to give you your gift!” I exclaimed, pushing away from him. “I’ll be right back.”

  I went into my bedroom and took his card out of my nightstand. It wasn’t a puppy, but I hoped he liked it. Walking back into the kitchen, he already had chicken cooking on the stove. I smiled and handed the card over to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

  He wiped his hands on a towel and took the card. After tearing the envelope open, he read the front. “You’re Mine.” He opened my card and pulled out the envelope with his gift in it and continued reading. “Because with you, I know everything is possible. Love, Harper.” He looked the card over from front to back smiling. “Did you make this card yourself?”

  I nodded.

  “It’s beautiful, babe,” he said, and gave me a kiss.

  “It’s just a card,” I said, shrugging. “Open the envelope. That’s your real gift.”

  He laughed and then slipped his finger through the top and opened it. When he pulled out the basketball tickets his eyes widened. “Holy shit,” he said, thumbing through all of the tickets. “You got us tickets to the NCAA Final Four and Championship game?! All of us? There’re nine tickets here.”

  “I know. I heard that was one of your bucket list things with Elly, and I thought it would be fun if we all went.”

  “Fun?” he asked, shaking his head and smiling. “It’s going to be awesome!”

  “I got us really good seats, too.”

  “Thank you, baby,” he said, placing the tickets back inside the envelope. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me deep and slow, caressing his tongue with mine. Kissing him would never get old. Every move he made, every breath he stole, he gave me all of him in return. He broke away and leaned his forehead against mine. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I whispered, smiling.

  He leaned back, and love and contentment were on his face when he looked at me, reminding me that it didn’t matter that we’d only been together for a month. He was it. He was the one. And this was just the first of many, many Valentine’s Days to come.

  “You go play with Axel and I’ll finish up dinner,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. I secretly loved when he did that. It was like a brief head massage when his large fingers ran along my scalp, causing goosebumps to pebble my skin.

  “Okay,” I said, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips. “Whatever it is, it smells good.”

  “Mediterranean chicken salad,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

  “Mmm, yum!” I headed back into the living room, and found our boy lying on the floor, chewing on a different toy. I laughed at his adorableness and sat down next to him. Petting his beautiful coat, I baby-talked to him about how much I loved him. Watching him hop around the living room and run around furniture, I laughed and played along with him. He was so amazingly cute that it was hard for me to comprehend he was mine; that he was here to stay with me. He had a home here now, and I couldn’t wait to spoil the hell out of him. Maverick had remembered from our first date how I said I wanted a puppy, and he gave me one.

  Maverick came into the living room and kissed the top of my head. “Dinner’s ready whenever you are.”

  “In a minute,” I smiled, reaching for his hand. “Come here and watch him with me. He’s so cute, pouncing about the room just playing. How old is he? Who did you get him from? I wanna know all the details!”

  Maverick laughed and sat down on the couch behind me, straddling me. He brushed my hair to one side and kissed my neck. “He’s nine weeks old, and I got him from a family who lives in my building. They breed Great Danes, and they’re a really nice couple. They have a daughter who’s really cute, but nosy. I believe you’ve already met her.”

  I turned around and gaped at him. “No way! You got Axel from Nola’s family?”

  “Yep,” he said, nodding. “I talked to them about puppies the day after our first date. They’d just had a litter, so I reserved a puppy for you.”

  I tilted my head to the side, in complete awe of him. The day after our first date, he already had my Valentine’s Day gift. I sat up on my knees and crawled up his body. Straddling his thighs, I grabbed his face. “How’d you know we’d be spending Valentine’s Day together?”

  He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear and sighed. “When I kissed you for the first time, I knew I wanted you to be the last woman I ever kissed for the rest of my life.”

  Ohmigawd! Tears sprung to my eyes and I quickly blinked them away. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  “It’s true.” He captured my lips with his, and we crashed into one another, rekindling the passion and love that constantly simmered between us. I’d given up on love and the hope of finding someone like him, then we met, and it was as if he breathed life back into me and made me feel everything I’d always fantasized about. The tender love and care a man was supposed to give a woman, he gave freely, without asking for anything in return. But I gave him me—all of me—because, for the first time in my life, I no longer had to dream about the future. It was right here in front of me.

  A loud bark from Axel made Maverick and I jump away from one another, laughing hysterically. He kissed me on the forehead and Axel barked again and hopped up onto the couch next to us. Maverick glared at Axel and rubbed his head playfully. “I wouldn’t have gotten you if I’d known you were going to be a cock-blocker.”

  “Ooh, he doesn’t mean that,” I cooed, petting Axel softly. “We love you.”

  Axel stretched out on the couch and nuzzled his head onto Maverick’s lap in between our bodies.

  “How adorable is he?!” I exclaimed, running my hand over Axel’s side. I looked up at Maverick and his blank expression made me smile.

  “Yeah, real cute,” Maverick deadpanned.

  “Let’s eat dinner and see how he does,” I laughed, sliding off of his lap. Maverick maneuvered off the couch without disturbing Axel, and we both watched as our sleepy pup stretched out and made himself even more comfortable. “I think he’s just worn out from playing.”

  “Probably.” Maverick led us into the kitchen and gave me a peck on the cheek. “You get the wine, and I’ll get our plates ready. Meet me in the dining room.”

  “Perfect,” I said. I popped a bottle open and headed into the dining room, where Maverick had soft music playing in the background from my iPod. Setting our glasses on the table, I filled them with wine and brought my glass to my lips for a sip when Maverick carried in our salads. “Ooh, I love that you love to cook!”

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bsp; “And I love watching you eat.” He gave me a kiss and pulled out my chair for me. He sat down with me and we dove into our salads. It was a simple, healthy meal, but so damn good, all of the flavors complimenting one another. He didn’t try to make the meal fancy, but he did so by being a gentleman, and pulling out chairs and cooking for me. People always said it was the simple things in life, and it really was. The money and fame were just afterthoughts; they played no role in our relationship and I loved that about him. I’d had a lot of men in the past who were intimidated by my money or my fame, but not Maverick. None of it mattered to him.

  “So, what’d you do after you left my office earlier?” he asked, grinning.

  I laughed. “Well, I came home, took a shower, put on the clothes you picked out and then worked on stuff for Elly’s wedding.”

  “How’s all that going?”

  “Good,” I said, taking a sip of my wine. “All the dresses should be done in time for Elly’s bridal shower in March, so we can have a fitting then, too.”

  “When’s her shower?”

  “In exactly a month. We’re having the shower at my parents’ place in Texas.”

  “Why not just have it here?” he questioned, looking at me quizzically.

  “Because the wedding’s going to be there, so we can do some more planning, decorating-wise, and store things so we don’t have to bring them back in May.”

  “Oh, that makes sense, I guess,” he said. “Is my mom going?”

  “Yes. There’s enough room on my plane for all of us, and we’ll leave Friday morning,” I said, smiling back at him.

  “It’s just the women going, right? I don’t have to go?” he asked, before taking another bite.

  “Yes, just us women,” I laughed. “You do not have to go.”

  “Thank god,” he mumbled, pushing his empty plate away.

  I swallowed the last of my salad and smiled back at him. “As always, dinner was delicious.” Moving onto his lap, I leisurely ran my fingers through his dark, silky hair. “Thank you for making today so special for us.”

  “You’re welcome, but I’m not done yet,” he said, grasping my hips. He dipped his head and trailed kisses up to my ear, deepening my need for him. My body instantly attuned itself to him, like it always did whenever he was around, and desire pooled in my belly. He sucked on the sensitive skin beneath my earlobe, eliciting a soft, eager moan from me. I wanted to spend the rest of our night making love. This afternoon’s delight was thrilling and sexy, but he was so good at romancing me, I was in a constant state of woo around him.

  Feeling his warm breath on my neck, a shiver shimmied its way down my spine as I stroked the hair at the nape of his neck. When we were intimate like this it felt like nothing and nobody in the world existed. His hands moved to the hem of his shirt I had on, and drew it over my head. A mischievous smile played on his mouth as he tossed the shirt to the floor and then ran his thumb along my bottom lip. Dragging his thumb from my mouth, he trailed the digit down my chin, along the curve of my throat and down the center of my chest, between my breasts. “You know what I want now?”

  “Me?” I guessed, softly, loving the way he admired my body. He traced over my body with his hands, adoring every curve and muscle beneath my skin.

  He kissed the swell of my breasts and moaned. “Mmm, I want you laid out on this table, covered in chocolate.”

  My eyes widened in excitement. The thought alone of having him lick chocolate off me nearly made me orgasm. I knew the act would be a decadent adventure. I only hoped he’d let me do the same to him. “As long as I get to indulge in licking chocolate off of you, too.”

  He laughed and kissed me hard on the lips. “Oh, you’ll get a taste. I promise.”

  He moved his plate out of the way and then sat me on the table. He retrieved our plates and glasses and then shot me a wink. “Lose the pants, baby. I’ll be right back.”

  I quickly wiggled out of my yoga pants and leaned back on the table. This was definitely a first for me. The only thing I’d ever done at this table was eat. Well, technically, we’d still be eating, but nothing sexual had ever gone down in my dining room, and I was more than thrilled to pop that cherry tonight with Maverick. Being with him gave me a sense of confidence I’d never had before.

  Maverick came back into the room shirtless and carrying a bottle of chocolate syrup. I mentally took a picture of him partially naked and holding chocolate, wearing only a pair of jeans that looked beyond sexy hugging his perfectly toned ass. A hot guy and chocolate were a woman’s two best friends.

  He laid the bottle of syrup on the table next to me and leaned down to kiss me. “I put a sleeping Axel in his crate.”

  “Oh, good,” I breathed. “Chocolate is poisonous to dogs.”

  “Mhmm,” Maverick hummed, eying my body. His dark eyes were hooded with need, a look that declared he was ready to devour me and, god, was I ready. I was always ready for him. We had an insatiable need for one another, and seeing that look in his eyes made by blood blaze through my veins. “I need you naked,” he said, deeply.

  He stood at the end of the table between my legs and watched as I let my bra fall to the floor. Then he was right there, tugging my panties off.

  Balling the thong up in his hand, he smiled and tucked it into his pocket. “God, you are so fucking hot,” he said, making me blush. He flipped the top of the syrup bottle open and placed a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Lie back for me, babe.”

  I took a deep breath and lay back on the thick, glass table. He tilted the bottle upside down and I sucked in a breath and squirmed when a line of cold syrup hit my belly. He smiled and lapped it up with his tongue, and I moaned. God, that feels so good. His warm mouth mixed with the cool chocolate was a savory contradiction on my skin and I craved more of it.

  He drizzled syrup over my breasts and then set the bottle down on the table. He smeared the chocolate all over each breast, making sure every inch of them was covered, and then he offered me his chocolate-coated finger. I quickly took it in my mouth and licked off all the chocolate, sucking and twirling my tongue around his digit. He never broke eye contact, but in my periphery, I saw him readjust his jeans.

  “Take off your pants and get up here.”

  He hurried out of his clothes and crawled up onto the table, hovering over me. “I like it when you’re demanding.”

  His gaze moved to my chest, and then he flicked his tongue over my left breast, and I arched into him and latched my fingers around his hair. Pushing me further toward ecstasy, he sucked and licked up his syrupy mess, and when he stopped, I began to beg. “Don’t stop. It’s so good,” I mumbled greedily.

  He chuckled against my skin, and then moved over to my other breast still covered in chocolate. “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. You drive me crazy, baby.” Then he proceeded to eat his dessert off me, causing my brain cells to scatter all over the rest of the table, sending me into a sexual paradise where everything happened to be covered in chocolate and sprinkled with pleasure.

  When he finished, he was smiling and had a little bit of chocolate on his nose. Laughing lightly, I licked it off of his nose, feeling like a lioness showering her mate with love. He caught my lips and our tongues met and danced together in a sea of chocolate, kissing and sucking and stealing each other’s breaths. Breaking away, I reached for the bottle of syrup and waved it at him.

  “My turn,” I sang, leaning on my elbows.

  “Okay, but I’m not done with you yet,” he warned, rolling onto his back.

  I crawled over him carefully and straddled his beautifully rigid body. He flexed as I ran my hands over his sculpted abs, showing off every one of his taut muscles. I turned the bottle upside down and outlined each of his abs.

  “You,” I said, talking in between licks. “Have.” Lick. “The sexiest.” Lick. “Stomach.” Lick. “I’ve ever seen.” I swirled my tongue around and licked it all off, and by the time he was clean, his hard cock was eager for its turn with the syrup.r />
  Moving between his legs, I took his dick in my hand and stroked. A shudder swept through him at my touch, and he groaned. “Oh, yeah. That’s it, baby.”

  I smiled proudly and added syrup to the mix. Just as he had done with my breasts, I smeared chocolate all over his shaft, and then set the bottle to the side. Stroking my tongue over him, I took him in my mouth and began sucking and licking all the syrup off, twirling my tongue masterfully up and down his length so I didn’t miss any. His hands were in my hair, guiding and helping me as he fucked my mouth at the same time. His breathing grew heavier and he was moaning expletives that encouraged me further. Once he was mostly cleaned off, I continued blowing his mind with my mouth as I massaged his balls.

  “Baby,” he breathed, trembling. “I’m gonna—fuck, don’t stop.”

  I smiled around him, feeling victorious for pushing him past the point of no return. He grew harder in my mouth, so I softened around him carefully and stroked with ease. He swore again, and then I felt his sweet release shoot down my throat, mixing with the wonderful taste of chocolate.

  Trying to catch his breath, he stretched out on the table and I crawled up his body and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. He looked remarkably satisfied, his brown eyes partially closed as he smiled up at me.

  “You’re amazing,” he said, gruffly. He grabbed the bottle of chocolate and squeezed a line of syrup along the curve of my neck. “Come here.”

  Leaning down, I sighed as he sucked along my neck, slowly but surely licking all of the chocolate off. With our legs tangled together, he moved from my neck to my lips and we started making out wildly, getting lost in one another as usual.

  Then he shifted, and slid in a pool of syrup on the table, and ended up rolling us onto the floor of the dining room with a loud thud.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah, are you?” he replied, skimming his eyes over me.