But Mick knew he owed her more than that. “If I don’t change this time, and stick with it, you have my permission to kick my ass.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes that’s all. What more you want woman?”
“I can kick your ass, but I want you to kiss mine.”
Mick was already getting hard. Roz could feel his erection beneath her. But when she said those words, he went so hard that he nearly ejaculated.
He lifted the shirt off of her, removed her shorts, and put the cover over her naked body too. And then he kissed her with a kiss that was so emotionally impactful that it sealed their fate. They were together forever. Come rain or shine.
And then Mick, remembering what she said, laid her on his stomach, kissed her all the way down her gorgeously smooth back, and then he kissed her ass. He kissed it and squeezed it and rubbed it. He spread her legs and did more than that. And then he moved between those legs. And worked his will on her there too.
Until ultimately, he moved back up and got on top of her, entered her from behind, and did her. He made slow, endearing love to her.
Timewise, it was the longest length of time that they’d ever made love. Because it started with her on her stomach. It continued with her on her back. And then it finally ended after Mick pulled her on top of him, kissed her breasts, and began moving inside of her with such loving care and tenderness that they both came together.
And for the first time, they both realized that Roz didn’t cry during their lovemaking. But Mick did.
Which, when they both had given all they had to give and Mick pulled out, had them both smiling. “If your men could see you now,” Roz said happily as she wiped the lone tear that had escaped down his face.
Mick shook his head. “I’ll kick your ass you even think about telling anybody.”
She laughed.
“Besides,” he added, “It was dust in my eyes. That was dust. That’s what you were seeing.”
“Yeah, dusty tears. Got it.”
Mick slapped her butt. Which actually hurt her. And then they laughed together. And kissed again. And Mick began to throb again. And Roz began to pulsate again. And they made love again.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Hours later, after they both had cum again and were lying side by side in the still of the night, Roz looked at him. “Teddy told me what’s been happening.”
“Did he tell you that Ricardo beat the shit out of Cleo?”
She hadn’t heard that yet. “No. Is she alright?”
Mick nodded. “She’ll live. But we’ve got every available man looking for that bastard.”
“That bastard who just might be your son?”
Mick hated to admit it. “Yes.”
“You said he claimed to be the money man?”
“That’s what he claimed. But he’s a kid, Roz, and we’re talking millions. Where did it come from?”
“Cleo said he was trafficking her to all those horrible men around the world. She told me she willingly did it so I don’t know if you can call that trafficking.”
“Your point?” Mick asked her.
“My point is that all those horrible men, those third-world dictators and people like them, are super-rich. Maybe they were the ones who bankrolled Ricardo. Maybe that’s where the money’s coming from. Maybe it’s as simple as that.”
When she said those words, Mick sat straight up.
Roz looked at him. “What is it?”
