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Had she said that? Probably. There had been some really good moments. “That was before the twelve-mile hike, carrying tents, pans, and sleeping bags, back to the car,” she retorted.

His mouth tilted up at one side. “Okay, you might have a point. I did push us pretty hard, but Yellowstone is always busy and unless you want to be stuck with neighbors, you have to go pretty far out. I have something easier in mind this time.”

She let one eyebrow rise. “Easier? That sounds… promising. Going to fill me in on the details?”

Rick shook his head, polished off his glass of wine and sat back with a smug grin. “No. It’s going to be a surprise. I’m actually still working out the details anyway. We have months before you need to know anything.”

Maya narrowed her eyes and frowned. She was not the most patient person in the world, and not knowing was going to drive her crazy. Rick, of course, knew that.

Luckily the meal arrived before she could say something sassy that would get her in trouble.

CHAPTER 4

He was almost sorry that the waiter popped up, sooner than expected, with their dinner. He was pretty sure his beautiful wife was about to say something that would give him a reason to spank her ass when they got home. But he was sure she’d manage something, she usually did, and he loved that about her.

They took their time eating; neither of them was in a rush. Between bites and sips he found ways to tease her with subtle threats and promises about his plans for the evening. She returned the favor by driving him crazy with teasing.

It was hard to ignore her foot, stroking up the inside of his leg, or the little soft moaning sounds she made when she tasted the decadent dessert. The way she licked the chocolate off her bottom lip, with slow sensual grace as she held his eyes, was deliberate.

Both of them were suffering by the time the table had been cleared. Her eyes were wide and dilated. He could see her pulse jumping at her throat, matching his own. The casual conversation dried up and they just watched each other, as they waited for the bill.

Maybe there was something extra special about going out on Valentine’s Day after all. The romantic aura had definitely turned up the heat, but there was still a major downside—as much as he wanted to take her on the spot, that was bound to upset the other guests. The painfully hard erection that tented his trousers didn’t want to wait for the drive home and neither did he.

He paid the check without taking his eyes off of her. He helped her out of her seat, assisted her with putting on her coat, and then held her arm while he escorted her to the door—all so he’d have a good reason to keep his hands on her.

Stepping outside was like being doused with a cold shower. It wasn’t because the temperatures had dropped, though they had. It was because he’d just realized they’d driven in separate cars, and now he was going to have to let her go, at least until they got home.

A growl rose in his chest, but he stifled it. It had been his idea for her to meet him there after all. He was half tempted to pull her into the backseat so they could fumble around like a pair of teenagers, but that wouldn’t exactly look good if they were seen.

He sighed. “I wish we’d driven in together.”

“Me too.” Her mouth formed a pout for a few seconds and then an idea hit her. “Um, what if I just leave my car here and you can drive me over to get it tomorrow? It’s the weekend anyway.”

“Good idea, sugarbear. I’m sure it will be fine overnight.”Now why didn’t I think of that?The answer was obvious. All the blood in his body was currently heading below the waist and thinking was harder when all he wanted to do was strip her out of that incredibly sexy outfit.

Except the shoes. Those she could leave on, while he fucked her.

The ride home was… interesting. His eyes stayed on the road, but he couldn’t resist settling one hand on her thigh and slowly inching her dress up. He lived for the stoplights, when he could give her all his attention, fingers slipping into places they probably shouldn’t while out in public.

She encouraged him by makingthosesounds. Each little gasp and moan made it harder for him to pull away when the light changed. It felt like it took hours to make the drive and the car had barely rolled to a stop before he was out and going around to open her door.

He unbuckled her seat belt before she had a chance, and pulled her out into his arms. Neighbors were the last thought on his mind as his mouth came down hard on hers. His hand settled on her ass, squeezing.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said. His voice was a low growl filled with hunger. “I suggest you get in the house fast, otherwise I’m going to lose control.”

Maya giggled, but took it for the demand it was and started moving. He followed her inside and kicked the door shut behind them, pausing only long enough to shrug out of his coat. It was left lying on the floor, and that was against his usual neat nature, but he didn’t even think twice.

She was unzipping her dress as she moved through the house. The vixen was deliberately taunting him by letting it slide down over her shoulders, then holding it at the waist until she reached the bedroom. In the doorway she let it drop and stepped out of it.

What she wore underneath could barely be considered clothing. It was more like scraps of white lace, held together artfully by ribbons. It looked amazing against her dark skin, but his fingers itched to rip it right off her body. Only knowing that the skimpier a woman’s lingerie was, the more it had probably cost, held him back.

“If you want to save those, you better take them off before I do,” he said.

She looked pleased by the threat, but then his wife loved it when he said things like that. Part of the reason he made the threat was just to see the way her face glowed in response—which didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

“So impatient, Daddy,” she complained, sounding not at all bothered. She unhooked the strapless bra and let it fall with a soft whisper of fabric.

“If you wanted patient, you probably should have kept your hand out of my lap on the way home.” Especially since he hadn’t wanted to stop what she was doing, but getting a handjob while he was driving wasn’t a good idea.

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