“Oh, my God. I can’t . . . you bought me a new Bulgari watch.” My heart raced wildly as I picked it up out of the box. “This is just like the one my Gram bought me. How did you know?”
His dark chocolate eyes were so warm on me. Silently, he reached for the watch and turned it over. The back of the face was engraved.
For Vivi
Love, Gram
Tears rushed to my eyes and spilled forth all at once.
“My watch. It’s my watch.” I rubbed my thumb over the engraved words. “How? Did you get it from Grayson?”
Kane shook his head. “It wasn’t quite that easy.”
I leaned over and kissed his forehead, still crying. “This means so much to me. How did you do this?”
A smile played at the corners of his lips. “I had a contest with my employees. Told them the day after your watch was stolen that an engraved Bulgari had been pawned somewhere in the city, and whoever found it would get a thousand dollar cash bonus.”
My mouth dropped open in shock. “You did that?”
“One of my servers found it in two days. She worked that phone like a fucking telemarketer. And she’s a single mom with three kids, so that money’s giving them a nice Christmas. It worked out like it was supposed to.”
“You’re so amazing.” I cradled the watch in my palm. “Every lousy date in my life was so worth it because I was waiting for you.”
His expression turned serious. “You’ve done more for me in the past couple months than anyone ever has. I was a broken man when we met and you put me back together, Viv. I’m whole with you. I love you so much I don’t even know what to do with it sometimes.”
I leaned over and kissed him, cupping his scruffy cheek with my palm.
“Open,” I said, reaching for his gift and handing it to him.
His eyes met mine for a second before he tore into the paper. I held my breath as I waited. When he withdrew the lid of the box, he smiled broadly at me.
“Viv. I love it.”
He reached into the box and took out a framed photo of me and him. We’d been walking in the city one afternoon when he’d snapped it while standing behind me, his arm around my waist and his head leaning against mine.
“What’s the empty frame for?” he asked, taking it out of the box.
“A picture of you and Brooklyn. You need to get on that.”
His eyes softened and he looked through the rest of the box’s contents: an engraved nameplate for his desk, a stone paperweight and a pen set.
“Damn, you’re making me feel like a fuckin’ professional here, baby.”
“As well you should.”
He set the picture frame back in the box and eyed me. “You feel like getting fucked by a professional?”
“You know I do.”
He moved the gift boxes to the floor and climbed over me, parting my thighs.
“Thanks for the presents, Viv,” he said softly. “And for taking a chance on a roughneck like me.”
“You’re so easy to love, Kane.”
He pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, kissing me softly before moving to my breasts, where he was not soft. He sucked and nipped and licked while I hummed my satisfaction and wrapped my ankles around his thighs.
Kane brought my body to the brink with his mouth before taking a condom from the nightstand drawer. His gaze roamed my body hungrily as he sheathed his erection.
“One day soon I’m gonna come in your sweet *, Viv,” he said in a low tone. “Of all the stupid shit I did when I was younger, I never once fucked anyone without a condom. Not consciously, anyway. I must’ve when I was high since I’ve got Brooklyn. I’ve got no memory of it, though. I want it with you, when I know it’s safe.”
“Yes. I’m on birth control and I want that so much.”
His eyes were dark as they locked with mine. “I’ll get tested. Then when you come to my office I’ll fuck you hard and fill your cunt full. I like the idea of you walking out of there wet with my come.”