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“Not being with you because I was too proud to tell you is even scarier.”
He kissed her ringless left ring finger. “I promise to always be honest with you about what I’m feeling from now on, but you have to promise to do the same.”
“I promise.”
“Good. So what I’m feeling right now is that I really want to take you home and take my time making love to you. Then I want to go back to your old house and pack your things, put your wedding and engagement rings back on, and take you back home so I can make love to you again while I look at my ring on your hand. Then, I want you to take the rest of the week off work so we can spend the entire time in bed whispering how much we love each other. Then, while our son naps, we’ll have hot sex.”
“I definitely want you to take me home and make love to me, but I have another confession to make.”
“Oh boy. Am I going to hate this one?”
“I hope not.” She sat up on her knees in the passenger seat and leaned over the console to whisper in his ear. “I really liked it when you punished me for messing with your tools.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Darlin’, I will happily punish you any time you want, if you promise to never—ever—touch my tools again.”
“That’s not a euphemism, right?”
“No. I want you to touchthattool. But no more not saying exactly what we mean. From now on, my tools are the ones in my garage, working out is really exercising—like lifting weights or doing cardio. And if I want to fuck you senseless, I’ll just let you know.”
“Or you can just throw me over your shoulder and take me…”
Heknewshe’d liked that.
So when they pulled into the garage, he did exactly that, and marched straight to their bedroom, where he set her gently down on the bed and unfastened the buttons on her blouse.
“I’m not going to rip your clothes this time, sweetheart, since you don’t have any here. Plus, I was serious when I said I want to make love to you. I don’t want to makelike, and pull your hair as I fuck you hard.” He was throwing her words back at her. “I’m going to take my time and worship your body how I want. How you deserve.”
She let out a small gasp. “Oh!”
He tugged her hair playfully, so she had no choice but to look up at him. “Then I’m going to fuck you hard and pull your hair.”
She smiled when his lips captured hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him closer as their kisses grew more frenzied. When he buried his face in her neck, she murmured, “Anything you say, Mr. Mitchell.”
He pulled back and looked down at her with a smug grin. “And that’s another thing,Dr. Mitchell.”
“What if I hyphenate my name, at least professionally?”
“You don’t expect me to hyphenate mine, do you?”
“That’s a pretty sexist attitude, if you expect me to change my name but won’t change yours.”
His shoulders fell in defeat. He was about to tell her he’d change his name to whatever she wanted as long as she stayed married to him when she grinned and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear, “I’m just teasing.”
“Thank fuck.” He sighed with relief.
“But you probably should make love to me now and seal the deal before I change my mind.”
Epilogue
Maverick
They walked out of the courthouse, paperwork for Olivia’s name change in one hand while she held Maverick’s hand with the other.
“So, Dr. Mitchell, I just texted Yvette and Hope and told them we’re on our way.”
She’d decided to make her maiden name one of her middle names and go by Dr. Olivia Lacroix Mitchell professionally for a while.
“Is it gauche to have another wedding ceremony not even six months after our first?”
