Page 104 of Recipe for Temptation

“Listen to me,” Reese interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips and gazing intently into his eyes. “You don’t ever need to worry about me having second thoughts about us. I love you, Michael Wolf. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved or will ever love. So unless you wake up one morning and decide you want a new apprentice, you’re stuck with me.”

He smiled tenderly. “You’re the only apprentice I’ll ever want or need.”

“Good.” There was a husky catch to her voice. “Drew offered me a contract to remain on the show, but I told him I’d have to think about it. I don’t mind doing cameos, but as much as I’ve enjoyed working with you, baby, I miss being a doctor.”

“Of course you do.” Michael caressed her face. “You know, we have plenty of great hospitals right here in Atlanta.”

“I know.” She paused. “I never got around to canceling my interview at Emory University Hospital on Wednesday.”

“You had an interview?”

“Yes. I’d been looking into jobs before we…” She trailed off shyly.

Michael groaned, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude as he tipped her chin up and kissed her long and deep, whispering against her lips, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Her eyes glimmered with mirth. “It was your triple chocolate cheesecake. Remember? You all but guaranteed it would make me fall in love with you.”

He laughed. “So I did.”

Smiling, she nibbled on his chin. “When can we have another picnic in the garden?”

“As soon as we can get the house to ourselves again.” Reese’s family was staying at Sterling’s house for a week. Michael and Reese were expected to join everyone tomorrow for a festive brunch that would probably spill over into the next day.

Too bad his father and Asha had dibs on the guesthouse, Michael lamented.

“I’m so excited for them,” Reese murmured, as if she’d read his mind. “They look so happy together. So right for each other.”

“I think they are,” Michael agreed, marveling at the odds of him and his father finding their soul mates within the same week.

“What were you and my dad discussing after dinner?” Reese asked curiously.

Michael chuckled. “He wanted to make sure I understood how precious you are to him. Before your lovely mother intervened, he mentioned something about a hunting rifle he hadn’t used in years.”

“Oh, Dad.” Reese bit her lip, stifling a grin. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize. Believe me, I’m gonna be the same way with our daughters.”

Her expression softened. “I promised your father I’d give him many more grandchildren. I may have told Mama Wolf the same thing.”

Michael grinned, even as his heart melted. “Many?”

“I believe that’s the word I used.”

“In that case,” Michael drawled, rolling her over and settling himself between her thighs, “we’d better get busy.”

Reese sighed, curving her arms around his neck. “A promise is a promise.”

Poised above her, Michael gazed into her eyes and saw the glorious future that awaited them. He looked forward to marrying her in the garden and then whisking her away to Italy. He looked forward to providing for her, cooking for her, nourishing her body and her soul. He looked forward to raising children with her. And he looked forward to growing old with her.

“Michael?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I need you.” Reese tightened her thighs around him. “Now.”

His grin was wolfish. “One chocolate orgasm coming right up.”

As he plunged into her, she threw back her head and released the throatiest, sexiest howl he’d ever heard.

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