Maya's POV
I practically floated into the office that morning, radiating happiness. My detective had given me the most incredible birthday celebration—breakfast in bed accompanied by tender affection, followed by passionate lovemaking that continued seamlessly into the shower. Lost in these delicious memories, I barely noticed when Damon pulled up to my workplace.
"Where's your mind wandering, little one?" Damon asked, his lips curving into that devastating smile I adored.
"Just replaying this morning's activities and wondering if there might be an encore tonight," I admitted.
His eyes darkened instantly. "Do you honestly believe I wouldn't make you moan and come apart on me all night long?" The bluntness of his words sent heat rushing to my cheeks. Even after all this time, his uninhibited way of expressing such intimate thoughts still flustered me.
"Is that a guarantee, detective?" I managed, summoning my courage.
