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Someday that would start to stick.
The intercom buzzed and Maverick groaned into my mouth as his hands tightened on the bare skin above my thighs. “I have to go; I’ve been given strict instructions that I’m not allowed to be here for this part.” He sighed.
I smiled against his lips. “Tradition would say anyway.” I mused.
“I’ll see you later.” He kissed my forehead and then stepped back, answering the intercom, and taking the elevator down to the lobby. I jumped down off the counter and righted my appearance best I could and a moment later, Marsha and a team of women with suitcases walked off the elevator and into the penthouse.
“Good morning darling.” Marsha said sweetly, kissing me on the cheek. “Are you as excited as I am about this?” She asked.
“Well Maverick only told me about it two minutes ago, so probably not.” I laughed. “But I am excited.”
She rolled her eyes and huffed, “He’s known about this since Sunday. Men.” She threw her hands up in the air and then laughed. “Where would you like our team to set up?”
I looked around the large open living space. “Here would probably be best right? It’s the most open with the best lighting.”
“Perfect.” She said, giving direction to the team of women who were all dressed in sleek black outfits and hardly spoke. One woman was the actual designer, her name was Ellen Hu, and she was one of the sweetest and kindest people I’d ever met before. She had a giant sketch book in her hand with blank pages and sat down on the couch next to me.
“What kind of look are you thinking about?” She asked and I chewed on my lip in hesitation. “Do you have a general shape you like, or color or fabric in mind?” She asked kindly.
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth, but nothing came out embarrassingly. I looked to Marsha who sat on the arm of the chair across from us with a gentle smile on her face, giving me time to figure it all out.
“I’m sorry.” I said, closing my eyes and shaking my head. “I gave up on the dream of marrying Maverick ten years ago and had actively not thought about my future wedding during those years because I couldn’t imagine ever marrying anyone but him. And then two weeks ago he swooped back into my life like a fairy tale, and I’ve been living with my head in the clouds for days now and this never crossed my mind.” I apologized.
She put her hand on mine on top of my knee and squeezed, “Do not apologize to me about such things. It’s my job to help you figure this all out, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” She smiled softly and I nodded and took a deep breath.
“Okay.” I said.
Hours passed with a flurry of excitement as Ellen went through all of my options with me piece by piece and sketched out a spread of different ideas, putting different aspects that I liked together until we had a direction to go. Then I stood on a pedestal while she draped different fabrics across my body, pinning them together and taking measurements while Marsha chatted on and on, filling me in on more details of my wedding that Maverick had taken upon himself to decide, and I loved them all. I felt so secure in letting him take care of everything and it was… refreshing.
I’d missed having someone to lean on and had he been anyone else in the world, I probably would have fought him tooth and nail for control over these different aspects of my life. But I’d trusted him for a decade when we were growing up, and he’d proven himself over and over again in that time. Other than the way we ended, he never broke my trust before, so I was willing to let go and let my trust in him flourish here and now.
It was fascinating watching this talented woman in front of me literally build a wedding dress piece by piece right on my body before taking all of those pieces off and perfecting it.
Before I realized it, dusk was falling on the city and Maverick still wasn’t home. Ellen and her team packed up with their supplies and left, with the promise that the dress would be here Friday for a final fitting before we left the city for the wedding on Saturday. I had to trust her because that was what she did every day but, now that I’d heard about all of the plans and bits of wedding plans, I was nervous about them all lining up in time.
Before I’d talked to Mav this morning, and Marsha all day today, I’d just envisioned us standing in front of an officiant and saying vows, ending as man and wife.
But now my head was swarming with color pallets, hair styles, flowers, vows, wine lists, menus, table décor, speeches, and honeymoons.
I sat down on the couch in one of Mavericks short sleeve shirts and sweatpants, letting the incredibly oversized fabric swallow me up as I waited for him.
Magda, his housekeeper who I literally never saw except when she was feeding us like she was some ghost, had plated me a delicious dinner and now I settled in with a glass of his expensive red wine.
I heard the elevator ping in the hallway and a moment later Mav walked in the front door. He looked as disheveled as I’ve seen him in work mode before. His tie was loosened around his neck and his shirt sleeves were rolled up as he carried his briefcase and suit jacket. He tossed both into the chair by the door and closed the distance between us quickly as I stood up from the couch and set down my wine.
“Mine.” He said gruffly before leaning down and kissing me deeply, wrapping his hands around the back of my neck and tilting my head to the side to kiss me seductively.
“Maverick.” I moaned, pulling back to look at him. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling how on edge he was, his body was nearly vibrating with it.
“I missed you.” He whispered and sighed deeply like it was the first time all day he was able to let the burden of the day go. “This was the first time since I got you back that I’ve spent an entire day away from you. Sixteen hours apart was torture.”
I smiled against his lips and pulled his tie loose from his collar and tossed it aside. “I know how to remedy your pain.” I kissed up the side of his neck as he leaned down to let me.
“Yes, fucking please.” He growled.
Chapter 19 – Maverick
I ran my fingertips up and down Cora’s arm leisurely under the steaming water of our bubble bath as she leaned back against my chest. I’d fucked her like a man possessed when I got home, laying her out on the dining room table like a feast and pounding her body into the unforgiving wood top before taking her into our bedroom and laying on my back, letting her ride me unhurriedly for hours until both of our bodies gave out after an obscene number of orgasms.
