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"What the fuck?" Gideon laughs. "Why?"
"Because he's a crazy person just like you!" I huff, flinging one hand up. "He doesn't like what I'm wearing."
Gideon's laughter dried up lickety split. "What are you wearing, Sparrow?"
"Clothes, Gideon. Come and get your son."
He growls at me, but I hang up on him.
Five minutes later, he sails through the door, eyes narrowed at me.
"Fuck no," he says, instantly going into caveman mode. "You're not wearing that fucking dress on stage, Kenna."
"Yes, I am, Marine."
He stalks toward me, his eyes glittering with possessive jealous. "Take it off before I take it off of you."
"Cormac is sitting right there."
Gideon whips his head in Cormac's direction. Somehow, our son looks smug and dejected at the same time. He knows he's in trouble. But he also feels vindicated.
"You," Gideon growls. "Go wait in the hall. We're going to have a conversation as soon as I'm done talking to your mom."
"Yes, sir," Cormac says, hanging his head.
I bite my lip, trying not to crack. Somehow, I always crack. Gideon knows it. That's why he's in charge of keeping our son under control. I'm a pushover. I start out strong and crumble every time Cormac's little lip wobbles.
He means well. He's just spent nine years watching his dad and overprotective uncles. The Carmichael blood runs strong in his veins. When he's older, it'll serve him well. But at nine, it's getting him into all sorts of trouble.
He shuffles out, leaving me and Gideon alone.
"You aren't wearing that dress."
"Yes, I am, Gideon."
He hauls me up against his chest, his erection pressed against my stomach. "Fine," he growls, plunging his hand into my hair. "Then you better be ready to handle this situation as soon as you get off the fucking stage, Sparrow."
"I have things to do when I get off stage."
"Don't care. You're coming right back here and you're going to bend over that vanity like a good girl and let me get a taste of you. Once you're finished screaming my name. You can do whatever else you need to do. But not until." His eyes glitter with intend. "I mean it, Kenna. Don't make me come and find you."
"You're so bossy!"
"Yeah, I am." He nips my bottom lip. "And that's exactly why you put that fucking dress on."
He's not wrong. I love driving him crazy. It's been ten years, and I still can't get enough of this man. I never will.
"You better go deal with your son."
"Why is he always my son when he's causing problems?"
"Because he's mine when he's an angel."
Gideon chuckles, pulling me into a deep kiss. "Where the fuck did he get lobsters?"
"The kitchen. Memphis gave him the money for them."
"Fucking Memphis," Gideon groans, making me laugh.
