He grinned and kissed me again. “I hate to tell you, but that’s not likely to change.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
Maverick
I steppedout of the shower and grabbed my towel as I thought about the night ahead. We were going out for our one-year anniversary date, andthistime, I’d promised Damon the date to top all dates.
“Don’t I get any hints?” Damon called from the bedroom, where he was already dressing. We’d had a little fun in the shower before I shooed him out so I could actually get clean.
“Nope!” I called, my voice muffled by the towel over my head. I squeezed the moisture from my hair—now a metallic blue rather than my usual pink or purple—and scrubbed down the rest of my body before reaching for my styling products.
Damon chuckled, and I caught his eye in the mirror. “My pretty boy,” he murmured.
“It’s a special occasion. Should I not make an effort?”
He grinned and came up behind me, pushing my clothes out of the way so he could brace one hand on the counter next to my hip.
“Oh, I like it when you try for me, sweetheart.” He traced the shell of my ear with his tongue, making me shiver, then stepped back and smacked my ass. “Now, hurry up! I want to see this amazing date you’ve promised.”
Goosebumps rushed over my skin, and my cock plumped, but the asshole known as my boyfriend darted out of the bathroom, leaving me hot and bothered.
With an annoyed huff, I got back to styling my hair and shaving. Once done, I reached for my clothes. Huh. My underwear was missing.
I searched the counter and then bent down to look on the floor. Nothing. Huh.
I wrapped a towel around me and went into the bedroom. It was empty. Damon must have gone out to hover by the front door, as if that would move me along any faster.
I opened the top drawer of my dresser where I kept my underwear.
My eyes widened. “What the fuck?”
Rows of frilly, lacy panties filled the drawer. Panties I had never worn or even reallyconsideredwearing.
Meanwhile, my usual briefs—colorful but basic—were gone. I dug through the silky fabric, but there wasn’t a trace of anything else to wear. And why would there be?
“Damon!” I shouted.
He peeked into the room with a shit-eating grin. “Yes, dear?”
I held up a cherry red scrap of silk. “Where did all these panties come from?”
“Do you not like your anniversary gift?”
My eyes narrowed. “A gift?”
“What else would it be?”
What else, indeed? Maybe a prank? Maybe one that called for revenge? That could be it.
My eyes narrowed. “And all my old underwear is missing because…”
“There just wasn’t room in the drawer. Besides, out with the old and in with the new, right? Isn’t that the saying?”
Oh, this man was going topayyyyyy.
