Page 113 of Tender Offer

“Is that right?” I laugh at his nod.

He bites his lip and steps closer. His gaze is a slow drag up my hips to my nipples, which are now hard beneath cotton fabric. I scream internally, trying to hold it together as he swipes his tongue across his teeth.

“I don’t dine with strangers,” I whimper, the last of my restraint to not maul this man.

Preston looks better than the day we first met eighteen years ago. He’s slowly becoming a silver fox, hard in all the right places.

I let my eyes drop to the bulge tenting his pants.

“You’ll get that tonight. After I feed you,” he says. His fingers wrap around my waist, his voice a low rumble. “I checked your location and saw you were here.” He smiles. “It’s fitting for today.”

“What’s today?”

“The day we met. Here.” His eyes lift to the museum behind me, a house preserving romance and the start of what would become our love story. Life has a way of always rerouting us to where we need to be.

“Have dinner with me,” he says again.

“You’re still a stranger,” I tease while running my fingers through his hair.

“We should fix that.” He kisses my lips. “Preston.”

The opportunity for a do-over doesn’t come around often. When it does, seize it with your whole heart.

Some love stories deserve a second chance.

I look him in the eyes and smile at forever.

“Madison.”

THE END