“Please what?” he murmured in her ear. For someone who wrote some of the raciest words he’d ever heard, Ella was adorably shy when it came to telling him what she wanted him to do to her.
“Faster,” she said.
Maverick shook his head, unwilling to let her get away with something so vague. “Just fast?”
“Harder,” she added.
He shook his head again. “You know better than that, Firefly. Use those sexy words of yours. Beg me.”
Her eyes had been closed, but her lashes fluttered as her lids lifted. He was blown away by the undeniable desire he saw.
“Take me, Maverick,” she said. Goddamn, he loved the sound of his name coming from her rosy lips. “Take me hard. Claim me. Make me yours.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re already mine.”
She gave him a small, seductive smirk. “You better make sure I remember that.”
“Minx,” he breathed, loving the way she taunted him, becausedamnif it wasn’t inspiring.
He placed his hand around her neck. He didn’t apply any pressure, but he knew just how much that touch—and the underlying threat that he could take away her breath—worked on her libido.
Her breathing grew shallow, faster, and her nails scored his shoulders when he picked up the pace. She met each thrust with her own, until finally…they were both there.
His climax struck just seconds after hers, the two of them masters when it came to timing. Probably because they’d been getting a hell of a lot of practice.
Maverick pushed off her, falling to the side. He placed a kiss on her shoulder as they grinned at each other.
Ella had agreed to stop getting the shot, her current one out of date in less than a month.
Maverick couldn’t wait to see her pregnant with his child. He’d confided to her that part of his future dreams he’d never shared when they were younger was his hope for a big family, like his parents had.
Ella hadn’t missed a beat, saying if that was true, they’d better start sooner rather than later.
No man was ever so blessed.
Epilogue
“So do you want the good news or the bad news first?” Nora asked Grayson when he walked into the tasting room, hoping to score some lunch from Mila.
Ordinarily, he took his lunch breaks here with Maverick a couple times a week, but since returning from Idaho with the love of his life a month earlier, Maverick had started spendinghislunch hour in the cabin he shared with Ella.
Of course, that meant what had been a standard sixty-minute break was now closer to ninety for Maverick, who was seriously obsessed with his fiancée.
Grayson grimaced. “Bad news.”
Nora grinned, shaking her head. “You always start with the bad.”
He shrugged. “That way, the last thing I hear is the good news.”
“Fine.” Nora held out a sheet of paper, handing it to him. “There’s a wine festival at Virginia Beach next weekend.”
Grayson nodded. “I know. Maverick always covers those.”
Nora’s pause for dramatic effect. That, paired with an amused smirk, told him what the bad news was without her even having to say it.
“Fuck no,” he grumbled. “Ihateworking wine festivals. That’s why Mav goes to them. Talking to people and being friendly and acting nice and all that shit is right up his alley.”
“You’re right. It is. Which is why I’m very sad to be sendingyouas our ambassador. Becauseyouwill definitely scare people away with that ever-present, stay-off-my-lawn scowl. However, Maverick forgot about the festival and double-booked himself that weekend. He and Ella are doing a whole bunch of stuff to get ready for the wedding. Florist, cake tasting, and picking out the tuxedos.”