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I was trying really hard not to complain, but after Alice walked in on me laid out on the kitchen island, naked and covered in ice cream with Michael enjoying his “Sunday Sundae” between my legs, I gave Michael an ultimatum. He changed the door codes that same day.
Evie hasn’t left either, but a certain blond reincarnated Viking may have something to do with that more than her best friend and godson do. I’ve never seen her act this way around a guy and I’m happy for them both. But they’re not just fooling around, which there’s a lot of, apparently. They're also working together to track down and gather information about the masterminds behind the human trafficking. So far, it’s been quiet on that front. Which is a good and a bad thing. Because there’s no way a business that sophisticated happens only once. Whoever is behind it knows the High Table is on to them and is staying below radar on purpose.
Michael comes up behind me and wraps me in his arms, pulling me flush against his solid, warm chest. “What are you thinking about?”
Tonight is our first time away from Liam since returning home. We’ve both been officially cleared by our doctors with no restrictions…not that we’ve been very good at obeying a certain few of them.
But what can I say? The man is sinfully gorgeous, and I’m addicted.
To celebrate, Michael surprised me with a date away on his parents’ beautiful three-hundred-and-fifty-foot yacht. We’re anchored out in the bay for the night, and the setting sun has thrown the sky into a painting of the most gorgeous hues of red and pink and orange. The clouds will clear soon after the sun sets, and being this far out, we’ll be able to see the stars tonight.
Michael dips his face and kisses the side of my throat. He hums low, the sound vibrating like an electric shock straight to the space between my legs. “You going to tell me?”
I contemplate staying silent if it means he’ll continue his current path, but then he nips at my skin, and I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. Something much more pleasant than the human trafficking ring haunting us. “I was thinking about Liam.”
“Hmm.” Michael hums his agreement, and then he lightly rests his chin on top of my head. “He’s grown so much in the past month.”
“He rolled over in front of Gabriella the other day. I’ve never seen her so excited. She wanted to stay all evening just to keep watching him.”
“She’s welcome to stay if it keeps her from that Russian bastard,” Michael grumbles.
I playfully smack his arm. “They’re just friends, Michael.”
“I don’t want them to be even that,” Michael argues.
“Well, we can’t always get what we want. Now, can we?” I know I’m poking an angry Italian bear, but I like playing with fire. Remember?
Michael growls and then spins me around, pinning me against the yacht railing with his all-consuming body mass. I rest my head back on his shoulder and peer up into his handsome face, smiling innocently, like I don’t know exactly what I’ve done. When he sees the gleam in my eyes, he understands right away and leans down to nibble at my bottom lip. “You’ll find, sweetheart, that I always get what I want.”
He captures my mouth in a claiming kiss that leaves no question about who owns my body and my pleasure. Michael presses into me, and when his cock twitches in his pants, I push back against him with a small giggle.
“Do that again, and I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
“Promise?”
With a growl, he grabs my hand and pulls me away from the yacht’s edge and into the primary suite. He locks the door behind us, and the energy in the room is charged and ready to explode.
“What about dinner?” I ask as he slips off his jacket and tosses it onto a nearby chair.
He crosses the room and presses his entire body up against my back. Nuzzling his nose into my hair, he raises his hands to my shoulders and brushes his fingers down my arms. Goose bumps rise at his touch, and I lean back into his chest. He caresses a hand around my hip and skirts his way up my body, pausing only to squeeze my breasts, which entices a moan from me.
His hand wraps around my throat and tightens ever so slightly, guiding my face toward his. His bright eyes are blown black, lost in the throes of passion and desire, and I’ve never seen something so fucking beautiful. To be wanted with such intensity should be frightening, but it’s intoxicating.
“Are you hungry?” he whispers.
“Not for food,” I confess.
He growls against her mouth before kissing me breathlessly. “Good girl. Now, get undressed.”
38
Michael
I wonder for the millionth time how I got so lucky. I’m not a good man by any means, so what I’ve done to earn this angel’s love and affection is beyond me. I’ll burn the world to ashes if she asks me to. I’ll deliver her the heads of anyone who has ever harmed her and lay them at her feet. The hold this woman has over me makes no sense, but whatever it is, it’s ours. Because without her, I’m just a shell of a man overtaken by the darkness inside him and the demons that call it home.
“On the bed,” I tell her and watch as she obeys without question, pleasing a side of me I may explore with her later.
She props up on her elbows to watch as I undress. We’ve seen each other naked a hundred times by now, but every time feels like the first time. I grab my briefs and tug them down, my cock springing free, the tip already leaking pre-cum. Rose sits up and wraps her small hand around me, leaning forward to run her tongue along the slit.She opens and swallows me down her throat before I even know what’s happening.
