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A smile spread across Maverick’s face as he confirmed, “Yes. I suppose Shay told you.”

“She did. She’s happy for Parker.”

“But not for me?” Maverick teased.

Wes laughed. “I’m sure she is, but she and Parker have become close friends. I’m just glad to see you’ve found someone.”

“Me too,” Maverick agreed.

“Well, if I don’t see you before you go, have a good time,” Wes bid him farewell as he exited the barn.

Grinning at the thought of spending time with Parker during his trip home, Maverick picked up a rake and got back to work. He couldn’t wait for Friday to arrive. He remembered telling his mother he was bringing someone with him…

“I’ll be there the Friday before your birthday, Mom,” Maverick had informed her over the phone.

“Oh, I’m so glad you make this trip every year, honey,” his mother had replied. “At least we get to see you twice a year.”

“Mom, you know where I live too. You and Dad are always welcome to visit.”

His mother’s voice turned wistful. “What good would that do? You’d be working all the time. When you’re here, I actually get to spend time with you.”

Maverick chuckled at her reply, then continued, “I know. Uh, if it’s alright with you, I’m bringing someone with me.”

There was a moment of shocked silence on the other end of the line before his mother exclaimed, “Who?”

“A woman I’ve been seeing,” Maverick said.

His mother gasped in excitement. “Oh! I can’t wait to meet her. Is it serious?”

“It’s heading that way. She’s anxious to meet you too,” Maverick revealed with a grin.

“I can’t wait. We’ll pick you up at the airport on Friday. Let me know what time, okay?” his mother instructed.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll see you soon. I love you. Tell Dad I love him too.”

“We love you,” his mother said before ending the call.

Maverick shook himself out of his memories and got back to work, eager for the week to fly by so he could reunite with his family and introduce them to Parker.

Chapter Eight

Friday morning, they sat in the jet, and Parker stared out the window to the landscape below. She had stayed with Maverick last night so they could leave early this morning. She glanced at him to see him with his head back, eyes closed, relaxing.

Smiling, she turned back to the window, and thought back to last night. Her cheeks flamed. It had been so hot. The man definitely knew what to do in bed…

She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. The door opened, and there he was, tall, muscular, confident. Her stomach fluttered as he walked toward her. He stopped just inches away from her, and leaned down to kiss her, their breaths mingling.

“You look so fucking hot,” he murmured, as he pulled her to her feet, before capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that left her dizzy with desire.

His hand traced down her spine, stopping just above the curve of her ass, and she arched into his touch.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he whispered hoarsely against her earlobe as his fingers slowly slipped underneath the elastic of her panties. She gasped as he pulled them off in one swift motion, tossing them aside with a smirk.

Maverick stepped back and stared at her as she stood there completely naked before him. Her nipples hardening under his gaze; he took one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently between his fingers while the other hand trailed lower to part her slit.

“You’re so damn wet already,” he growled appreciatively before putting his finger in his mouth to taste her nectar. When he finally spoke again it was a groan mixed with desire: “I can’t wait any longer.”

He picked her up, placed her on the bed, positioned himself between her legs, and pushed inside; she let out a moan that turned into a gasp as he filled her slowly but surely. Inch by agonizing inch.

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