Page 8 of Wicked Little Secret

“Do you two get along?”

He chuckled. “Yeah—once we got divorced. Not so much at the end of our marriage, though. But she found someone that makes her happy and is a good stepdad to my boys, but still respects that I’m their father, so I got really lucky. We’ve always presented a united front—rules were the same no matter whose house they were at.”

“Wow. That sounds… healthy.”

“It was important for our kids, so we sucked it up. Isn’t that what a good parent does?”

“You’d think. But in my experience, that’s not usually the case.”

He winked at her. “Let’s not talk about my ex. Or any of yours. Isn’t there some unwritten rule about not bringing up past relationships on a first date?”

She smirked. “Yeah, but I didn’t know we were on a date.”

“With what I’d like to do to you later, darlin’, we better be on one.”

She took a gulp of her martini as her food was set in front of her.

“Should I be scared?”

“Only if you don’t like orgasms.”

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Maverick

He braced himself for a slap across the face.

Sure, she’d been giving him signals since she sat down, but even he knew he might have crossed the line with that remark.

Frankly, it wasn’t his style to come on that strong. Once they were naked, sure. But he thought he possessed more finesse than that before actually getting a woman into bed.

So he was elated when, instead of tossing her fresh martini at him, she popped a fry in her mouth and retorted, “On the contrary—I’m a huge fan,” without missing a beat.

He leaned closer and murmured in her ear, “Well, you’re in luck, because I’m a huge fan of giving them.”

Her sharp intake of breath was exactly the reaction he’d been hoping for. Though, you could’ve knocked him on his ass with what she said next.

“Well, we might have a problem, because I find giving as pleasurable as receiving. Do you think you can keep up?”

Annnd, his cock was hard again.

“I’m an old man, darlin’, but I’m not that old. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

She swallowed her bite of cheeseburger, then took a drink of her martini before responding, “Good to know. You might have to prove it to me.”

“That’s the plan, sweetheart. That’s the plan.”

Maverick got Dan’s attention and made a motion to indicate he wanted to settle his tab. Seconds later Dan set the charge slip in a black leather-bound bill holder in front of him, along with his card.

“Oh, can I have my check, too?” she asked as she wiped her mouth with her napkin.

Dan tilted his head toward Maverick. “He took care of it for you.”

She turned to face him with a smile. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged. “I wanted to.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

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