Page 83 of Mia

“Dr. Baxter said no sex. Stop making me horny.”

“Fuck that shit. I’m getting some ass at the end of the night.”

“No, you’re not.”

He kissed his teeth. “So I can’t even put the tip in?”

I laughed. “No! We said we were doing this right, and that means following Dr. Baxter’s rules for tonight.”

He huffed. “Can I at least have a kiss?”

“Yes, you may.”

He pushed his chair back and came around the table to me. Reaching for my hand, he pulled me to my feet and into his arms. His lips crashed into mine as his hands slid down my back to grip my ass. I moaned into his mouth. Just as he started pulling the back of my dress up, I pushed him away.

“See how you’re about to make us fail the assignment!” I exclaimed, pointing at him.

He grinned. “Sue me. I made you look too damn good tonight, mamas. Can you blame me?”

“Sit your fast ass down,” I said, taking my seat. “I’m gonna tell your mama you have no home training.”

“She and my daddy still kiss like that, and he’s always grabbing her ass. Where do you think I get it from? This is what you have to look forward to when we get to their age.”

“You think we’ll make it there?”

“We don’t have a choice. I told you, you’re stuck with me, baby. Welcome to Death Row. Buckle the fuck up.”

I smirked as I took a sip of my untouched wine. “I’m always down to ride.”

Tonight was off to a good start. Everything I had set up was going according to plan. When Dr. Baxter gave us this assignment, I knew I had to make sure it was intentional. Intimacy without it leading to sex had never been our style. We’d been more intimate since coming home, and I had to admit that it felt nice. Different, but nice, especially after being so damn toxic for so long.

No part of me wanted to fight with her anymore. I didn’t desire to get a rise out of her or be petty. From the moment I slid that ring on her finger, I wanted us to be better. We just went about it all wrong. Shit, we started this marriage off all wrong,

Now, we had no choice but to get it right.

Dinner was a success. It might have been crazy to be in expensive ass clothes eating greasy food, but it was the nostalgia I was going for. The event planner I hired to decorate the diner did a hell of a job. I’d been all over Pinterest looking for inspiration to show her, and it was well worth the money I paid her.

Now we were back in the limo, headed for the next location. This was the part of the night I was most excited for. By the time we were twenty minutes outside of city limits, I got a text letting me know everything was a go.

“Who’s texting us?” she asked, peering over into my phone.

“You nosy as hell,” I said, tucking it away. “It’s just confirmation of the next part of our date.”

“How many people do you have in on this?”

“A lot. I told you tonight is special. It’s a lot of moving parts behind the scenes, love.”

“You working hard for some ass tonight.”

I grinned. “Ass or not, I wanted to do this for us.”

She smiled as she rested her head against my shoulder. “You realize once you start this cutesy shit and I like it, you have to keep it up?”

“That ain’t no problem.”

“And you realize my brothers are going to tease you relentlessly about you being whipped when they are very much the same.”

“I’ve grown to know that shit talking is their love language. Look how they do Quaid.”