“Feel free to say that again,” I say, on top of the world. The woman I love loves me back. She fucking loves me. Life is good.
“Corbin,” she teases.
“No, really. Say it again,” I urge, unabashed in my need to hear it.
She runs her fingers down my tie while looking up at me with so much love in those big brown eyes. “I should have said it the other night too. And I didn’t. I didn’t want to get hurt again. But I should have been stronger. I should have told you how I felt. Because you know what?” She gives a bob of her shoulder. “You can have it all. I don’t have to pick between romance and success.”
I cup her cheeks, feeling stupidly happy. “You never do. Not with me. And I’m sorry I ever made you think that.”
“You didn’t. That was on me. I had to learn that my heart is big enough for all of it.”
“It’s the biggest heart,” I say, then run a finger along a strand of her hair. “And you also don’t have to pick between love and orgasms. Since I intend to give you many as soon as possible. Come spend the night with me.”
“What about…?” She tips her head down the hall toward the kids’ lounge. “Charlotte?”
“Miss Handles Her Own Schedule? She decided, since it’s a Friday night, that she’d book herself a sleepover with Mia and Luna—Tyler’s daughter—over at Rowan’s house.”
“Smart girl,” Mabel says, her arms looping around my neck where she plays with the back of my hair.
“That means you’re coming home with me.”
She arches a brow. “Is that so?”
Before I can answer, shoes click. A voice groans. “Get a room.”
I turn to Theo, glad I’ve got the last laugh this time. “Don’t worry. We will.”
“Gross,” he mutters.
“You’re gross,” Mabel says to him.
“So are you,” he says back.
She tilts her head. “What happened with the goodies and everything for the sponsors?”
Theo stops a few feet away, strokes his chin. “That was just to get you down here.”
Her jaw drops. “Seriously?”
“Blame him,” Theo says, pointing to me.
I shoot him ac’monlook. “Dude, I asked you to get her down here. Not play a trick on her.”
He holds his arms out wide. “What do you take me for? I still had VIP guests. I gave them the treats. They loved them. We’ll place a regular order for our VIP suites.”
Mabel’s eyes sparkle. “You’re not gross.”
“I know,” he says, then walks past us toward the stairwell.
As his footsteps fade, I turn back to her. “All is well. Also, I was right.”
“About what?”
I drop a kiss to her neck. “You’re hot for me.”
Laughing, she pushes me away. “You’re hot for me.”
“No shit.”
