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“And you’re saying that you would,” she bit her lower lip for just a moment, “want to do that with me?”

“Whiskey, we’ll never do anything you don’t want to do, that you’re not comfortable with.”

“Did you and Porter talk about this?”

“No. Absolutely not. I don’t want secrets between us, Macie. There’s nothing that’s happened in your past that will change the way I feel about you today. You understand that, right?”

She nodded and he could see she was finally starting to believe him about that.

He decided to drive home another point while he was at it. “I don’t want you to be afraid to ask me for anything you might want.”

“Like Sharon asked you for the threesome?”

“Like that.”

As always, her thoughts went off in a completely different direction. “Do you think we’re going too fast?”

He grinned. “I don’t. But if you do, we can slow down.”

Macie dismissed that offer in an instant. “Oh no. I don’t want that. I’ve waited a lifetime for something like this. It’s romantic. And hot. And I like it. A lot. I like you a lot.”

Hank kissed the end of her nose. “I like you too, Whiskey. A lot.”

Chapter 5

Macie opened her eyes, blinking against the sunlight that shone through the window. The first thing her gaze landed on was the rose lying on the pillow next to her.

Hank wasn’t in the bed, so he’d left a flower in his place. She was tempted to pinch herself to make sure this was all still real.

The two of them had slept together every single night for three weeks. Most of the time they stayed at the ranch, but on nights when she worked late, Hank would wait for her at her apartment. And while he granted her wish that he always be naked in her bed, that was pretty much the only command he took.

Instead, he was usually the one making sensual, kinky, gorgeous demands. Somehow, the man had persuaded her into doing a striptease for him, while wearing his cowboy hat and dancing to Joe Cocker’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On.” He’d tied her spread eagle to his bed countless times—the man was a huge fan of bondage. He’d tossed her over his lap twice and spanked her into orgasm. He’d taken her in the storage closet at the restaurant, but mercifully, he’d waited until the place was closed and everyone gone, though he’d promised that wouldn’t always be the case. They’d taken countless showers and baths together. They’d christened the hayloft in his barn, her kitchen floor, the back of his truck, and made love on a blanket under the stars. They’d gone skinny-dipping at the lake, and last night, he’d taken her missionary style—something that was seven hundred miles from boring with Hank—in his candlelit bedroom on a bed of rose petals.

She was so in love it was ridiculous.

And that feeling doubled instantly when she caught the scent of bacon frying in the air.

Macie rose, glancing around the room. She grinned when she realized her clothes were nowhere to be found. Hank loved to hide them from her, insisting that it was fine for her to walk around naked.

Now, as always, she rifled through his dresser, tugging out one of his large T-shirts and pulling it on. The man was persistent.

She padded downstairs barefoot. She had the day off and she was hoping to entice him into playing hooky as well.

Pausing at the entrance to the kitchen, she leaned against the doorjamb and watched as he cooked up a breakfast fit for a king. He wore faded, loose-fitting jeans and a T-shirt, his typical work attire. The tray on the counter next to him told her he’d intended to bring the food to her in bed.

For a second, she considered sneaking back upstairs. She’d never had a man bring her breakfast in bed. But Hank turned around and caught her watching him before she could escape.

His gaze narrowed when he spotted her in his T-shirt. Glancing over, she saw her clothing, folded neatly on a chair in the corner.

“Stealing my shirts again?”

She pointed to her clothes. “Tit for tat, hotshot.”

His eyes fell to her breasts and she rolled her eyes.

“So I say the word ‘tit’ and you feel compelled to ogle mine?” she teased.

“You’re the one walking around without a bra. Lift that damn shirt up. Give me a morning treat.”

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