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She’d meant it when she told him she was glad they’d found him again. Sawyer’s life was going to be infinitely better having his father in his life.

Which was why it was more important than ever to get him to divorce her. Before she fell head over heels in love with him.

Although part of her worried it was too late, and that was why she’d been dragging her feet putting her plan into action.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Maverick

He and Olivia spent New Year’s Eve night like an old married couple, playing card games in the sitting area of the kitchen while they ate the traditional New Year’s Mexican food Juanita prepared for them—Ensalada de Noche Buena, tamales, pozole, and mole. Then they watched the Times Square ball drop as it rang in the New Year. They clinked their champagne flutes filled with sparkling cider, and he leaned down to kiss her.

After all, it was customary, right?

He’d intended for it to be chaste, like he’d done at their wedding, but when he put his hand on her hip there was desire in her hazel eyes as she looked up at him, and he couldn’t help himself.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured, his lips inches from hers.

“Happy New Year.” Her voice was a husky whisper.

The kiss started gently. Her lips were soft when he captured them with his. Then she fucking whimpered and grabbed his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her upright, and all bets were off.

Maverick snaked his hand around her waist and tugged her tight against him as his tongue sought hers out. Part of him expected her to slam on the brakes, so he was pleasantly surprised when her tongue dueled with his for control.

Angling his mouth to deepen the kiss, he quickly established he was in charge.

Olivia shamelessly ground her hips against his erection. He thought he might bust a nut right then.

He broke the kiss. Breathing heavily, he dropped his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.

“Are you sure about this?”

She nodded quickly.

He closed his eyes tight and groaned when he remembered, “I don’t have any condoms.”

Rubbing his cock over his pants, she whispered, “We don’t need any.”

That made him raise an eyebrow. Did she want another baby already?

Maverick couldn’t help but grin. “Where have I heard that before?” He was teasing, of course. She had no reason to lie now.

She rolled her eyes. “Breastfeeding is an effective method of birth control. For the first six months, anyway.”

He kissed the spot on her neck just below her ear and was rewarded when her body broke out in goosebumps.

“Just so you know, darlin’,” he murmured in her ear, “if you do want another one, I’m all in.”

“How about we just practice for now?” she said with a smug smile.

He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You know what they say, practice makes perfect.”

He tugged her toward the stairs, and she pulled away, so only the tips of their fingers were touching.

“I think it will be weird with him in the room.”

He didn’t need her to explain who she meant by ‘him’.

He grabbed the baby monitor on the kitchen counter they’d been using. “Let’s go in the guest room, then.”

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