Page 85 of Wild Love
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Sunday night Maverickand I are watchingThe Office. We’ve already made it halfway through season two, and it’s become our nightly thing, followed by multiple orgasms. It’s a good way to spend an evening, I have to say.
“What are you doing Wednesday night?” he asks. He lays with his head at the opposite end of the couch, Charli on his chest, and his feet are in my lap.
“At this rate? Watching season four.”
“How about coming with me to a ball game?” He sits up. “I was invited to throw the first pitch at the Twins game.”
“Seriously?” My lips pull up into a big smile.
“Yeah. It’s a trip, right? Blythe cornered me and added so many events to my calendar. She’s a hard woman to say no to.”
“That’s really cool.”
“So, you’ll come with me?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea for us to be seen out together.”
“Everyone knows we’re friends. Besides, Jack is going too.”
“Is he bringing a date?”
“No. He laughed when Blythe told us we got a plus-one.” He slides his hands around my waist. “Come on. It’ll be fun to hang out with you like a real date.”
“If I come, it cannot be like a date,” I say. “Just two friends hanging out at a baseball game.” I bat at his hands. “I’m not shaving my legs or wearing deodorant.”
“Do you really think that would scare me off?”
We both laugh. I know it wouldn’t, and I won’t go through with it anyway.
“One more date I need you to pencil in.”
“Johnny,” I protest.
“I ran this one by Blythe, but I asked if I could be the one to tell you.”
Well, now I’m intrigued.
“There’s a black-tie thing next weekend hosted by the Wildcats Foundation. I asked Blythe if you could come since you helped with the endorsement, and she agreed. She said you could grab some good behind-the-scenes images and content. That woman is going to be sad to see you go.” He nips at my collarbone. “Me too.”
“Black tie, huh? So you’ll be in a suit.”
He flashes me a sexy smirk. “That’s right, and you in a sexy dress. Maybe the black one.”
“I don’t think that dress is black tie. It stops about two inches above my vagina.”
“That’s my idea of black tie.”
He kisses my shoulder and collarbone while I consider it. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”
“Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me in public?”
“I’m sure there’s a dark corner I can shove you in if needed.”
He crawls onto my lap. All six feet of him wraps around me.
“What are you doing?” I ask through a grunt.
