I giggle again. What is wrong with me?
“Yes, of course,” Maverick says, and he sounds so…un-Maverick-like. Agreeable. Amenable.
“Who are you?” I ask, turning to look at him.
“Your client,” he says.
I raise both brows. “Yes, I think we can share.”
Jack laughs. “Well, Everleigh, I have to say…love does wild things to a man, and it looks pretty damn good on Jennings.”
My cheeks burn at his words since I know it’s me he’s referring to, but I can’t help but agree with the sentiment.
We work out a few logistics with Jack, and then we head home.
Separately, of course, since we arrived separately, but I follow behind hisblack and redtruck, tears brimming in my eyes as I stare at the familiar Vegas Aces logo on the tailgate.
He’s not a Cowboy anymore. He’s an Ace now, and somehow having that logo on his truck makes it seem official.
I follow him all the way into our parking garage, and I pull into the assigned spot that’s right next to his. I get out of my car as he hops down from his truck.
“The black and red look good,” I say softly.
He nods, and he walks toward me, stopping just short of me. “Someone very special to me helped me with that.”
“How special?” I ask, closing the gap between us and moving into his arms.
He wraps himself around me. “So special that I’m about to take her to my place and worship her pussy until morning.”
I shiver at his words. “I really hope you’re talking about me.”
He chuckles, and that’s twice now in one day when I’m not sure I’ve ever really heard that sound out of him before.
I like it. A lot.
“I am,” he says, and he drops his lips to mine for a kiss that’s far too short. “Now get your ass upstairs so I can get you naked.”
I laugh as I pull out of his arms, and he swats my ass playfully. Then we race toward the lobby. Once Milton has greeted us with a warm smile and a “happy to see you two together again,” we head up in the elevator.
And can I just say that it’s far and away the steamiest, sexiest elevator ride of my life.
It’s just the two of us—obviously, given my previous statement—and the second the doors shut, he’s on me. Everywhere. His body surrounds me as he pins me to the elevator wall, and he thrusts his hips against mine. His voice is low, and his breath is hot when his mouth moves near my ear.
“The whole way home, I pictured all the different ways I’m going to fuck you,” he murmurs.
I shiver.
I’m not cold, but goddamn, that was hot.
“Starting with?” I prompt, the cool, confident vibe I’m going for completely obliterated by the tremble in my voice.
“It’s been far too long since we’ve been together, so I’m going to start with something hard and fast. Then I’m going to take my time. By the time the sun rises, my goal is for you to have…” He trails off, and then he says, “No less than four orgasms.”
“That’s a deal I can get on board with.”
His mouth crashes to mine, and he kisses me like a man starved until the soft ding tells us we’ve arrived at our floor. Nobody’s in our hallway, so he continues to kiss me as he guides me backwards out of the elevator and toward his condo. He fumbles in his pocket for his keys, his mouth still on mine, our tongues still tangling. I hold his jaw between my hands to keep my mouth on his and to feel the stubble there, a reminder that this is really happening and it isn’t just some wild dream.
It would be faster for us to just stop kissing for a second so we could get inside his place, but we can’t seem to stop. We can’t seem to disconnect our mouths, to stop touching each other. We’re both desperate to get as close as we possibly can and to stay that way.
