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“Solo, this is unreal.” I turned, gesturing to the rest of the room. “This is all unreal. I can’t believe you did all this. It’s just…” There I went again. Completely lost for words.
“I’m glad you love it.” A shy, proud smile crossed Solo’s face, and God… I couldn’t love him any more than I did right then.
My fingers twitched; I wanted to grab the ring I’d hidden in my pocket and give it to him right then, but no. I’d had this thing planned for so long that I could wait a little longer for the perfect moment.
After all, what were a couple more hours in the span of forever?
SOLO
PANTHER DIDN’T HAVE to say a word—it was all right there in his eyes. When I’d told him I was taking over the renovation, I knew exactly what he’d love, and no matter the price, I’d made it happen. It had all been worth it to see the look he was giving me now.
“There’s more,” I said.
“I’m not sure if my heart can take much more.” He pressed a palm against his chest and took a deep breath. “Okay, show me.”
“These,” I said, heading over to the glass doors, “are pocket doors. Check this out.” I slid one side open, the door disappearing into the wall of glass, and then I did the same to the other side. The effect was such that it looked like the bedroom was somehow outdoors, the space just one wide-open room.
I stepped out onto the terrace, where the retaining walls were low enough that, even sitting at the table in front of the outdoor fireplace, we’d still be able to see the ocean.
“Now this is heaven,” Panther said as he came up beside me. “Oh, hey, we can have dinner up here when it’s nice.”
“Which is every night in Southern California.”
He grinned. “Exactly. And lounges too, huh? Just how private is this terrace?”
“Damn near a hundred percent, unless there are perverts out in boats using binoculars. Why?”
Panther reached for me, gripping the front of my shirt and moving in close. “I was just thinking about that night we came here and jumped the fence…”
I groaned and, needing him even closer, reached down to grab his ass, hauling him against me. “Trespassing on our own property…”
“It wasn’t ours then.”
“No, but if you ever need a repeat of your one night of criminal behavior, feel free to let me know.”
Panther nipped at my lip, asking for entrance. “I think we could find ourselves enough trouble on this terrace, don’t you think?”
“Fucking count on it.” I closed the gap between us, but barely got a taste of him before we heard a loud thump outside the bedroom door, followed by footsteps, and then a couple of the movers appeared in the doorway.
“Mr. Morgan,” one of the guys called out. “We’ve got a chair here that was marked for the master bedroom. This it?”
I kept Panther right where he was in front of my body to hide my erection and nodded. “Yeah, come on in. There should be two, and they can go on either side of the fireplace.”
“You got it.”
As they hauled in the furniture, I brushed my lips across Panther’s. “I think these movers are going to get more than they bargained for if you don’t stop teasing my dick.”
“Guess I’ll have to be stealthy.”
I grinned. “Your specialty.”
I squeezed his ass, and Panther moaned against my lips, and fuck, who could resist that sound? I angled my head toward his and stole his lips again, sweeping my tongue into his mouth.
Good thing it always seemed to be what Panther wanted too.
Another loud thump made me look back to make sure nothing was getting destroyed in there. When I was satisfied nothing seemed to be wrong, I turned back to Panther.
“So,” he said, running his hand down my chest. “I’ve been meaning to ask. You sure you’re still okay with me coming on as an instructor at NAFTA? You’ve been there a couple of years now, so it’s kind of your territory—”
“Fuck that. You know I’ll be better behaved with you around more.”
Panther lifted a brow. “I don’t know about that.”
“Levy is practically drooling to have you, and trust me, I’d rather deal with those little punk hotshots with you whooping their ass in hops.”
Laughing, Panther nodded. “I did learn a few new tricks since graduation that I can put to good use.”
“Mhmm. But living together, working together now… I hope that’s not too much me for you.”
“Trust me, I’ve been counting down the days until I get you back twenty-four seven.”
“You might regret that countdown.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.” I lifted his hand up to my mouth and kissed each of his fingertips before entwining them with mine. “As much as I can’t wait to see you back in your uniform at NAFTA, I have to admit I’m going to miss that sexy little Blue Angels flight suit.”
