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He’s just a foot froer in his eyes as he looks down at h I’m about to invite him up to my room when he quickly turns his baseball hat around so it’s backward, then wraps his arms around my waist

The players at our table, and a few froed a hile ere playing, so we probably look like two strangers rando each other

Fuck it I don’t care what it looks like, or whous with their ca closer to the er, even I’ve wished my whole life for a connection like the one I feel with Maverick

He lowers his face to htly Iup to wrap around his neck The kiss is deep and hungry, full of all the longing that’s been building between us

“I fucking love Vegas,” someone says

“Isn’t that Maverick Hagen?” someone else asks

Maverick ends our kiss, both of us breathless He leans his forehead against ainst my lips “Ready?”

“Yes”

With a devilish grin, he takes h the MGM Grand casino I laugh and hold on to my clutch as eave our way past tables and people, on a mission at last

“Hey, tall heels,” I re unsteady on my feet

He slows and then co ain, but instead, he bends and hooks his arround I squeal with surprise as he breaks into a run again, quickly covering the distance to the elevator

On the elevator, I kiss each of his cheeks, the tip of his nose and his forehead He puckers his lips and I plant one there, too I’ve never felt happier than I do right now

“They must be needs,” an older woman murmurs to the man next to her

When the elevator reaches our floor, Maverick barely waits for the doors to fully open before hurrying to our adjoined rooms

“Mine or yours?” he asks

“Yours,” I say, “and I hope you have protection, because I—”