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“Yeah, I guess it can wait.”

Letting go of her hair, I moved my hands down to begin easing her skirt up her hips while she ran her hands up my chest to start unbuttoning buttons. She ground against me, freezing when I nudged my fingers between her thighs and under her panties.

She was so damn wet, and the sound she made when I found her swollen clit had me wild. I watched her eyes drift shut as I teased her, finally growing impatient and flipping her onto her back to shove her panties aside.

I had to taste her, needed to lap up her pussy like I needed to breathe. More. And it didn’t seem like she was going to complain about it, either. Finally, something I did right. Her legs locked around my shoulders, her skirt pushed up to her waist, and I delved my tongue deep inside her.

There wasn’t a single thing on my mind. Family problems and the restaurant might as well not have existed. There was only Laurel and her sweet moans. The way she gripped my hair and my shoulders. The way she tasted, her soft skin under my palms.

Her hips began to rise, and a long, low moan rose in pitch as she squeezed her legs around me. I held on, driving her over the edge, barely holding on myself as she came.

“Mik,” she gasped as I rose. She reached for me, lost in lust, and so damn beautiful, spread and glistening for me.

I yanked her panties all the way off, tossing them across the room. My pants were around my ankles in another second, and I kicked them aside, pissed off that I wasn’t already deep inside her.

And then I was groaning with the delicious agony as her tight pussy spasmed once more around my cock.

“Fuck,” I said.

“Yes,” she agreed, rising up on her elbows, her chin lifted for a kiss.

I gave her whatever she wanted, wrapping my arms around her to hold her close while I drove deeper. “Yes,” she repeated, holding on tight.

Now this was a honeymoon.

“Laurel,” I growled. “I’m going to come inside you. And you’re going to come with me.”

I let go of her so she fell back into the pile of silly throw pillows, her hair spread all around her, a glazed look of concentration on her face.

She dug her fingernails into my shoulders as I slid my fingers down her belly to circle her clit while I pounded her body, my desperation growing. It felt like I had been waiting for this for a lifetime.

“Now,” she said, voice shaking, nails driving deeper into my flesh. “Hurry.”

The moment she tightened around my shaft, I let loose and roared, the wild sound mingled with her laughter. Finally, I fell on top of her, and her arms circled me, holding me close.

Until she made a strangled noise and I realized I had gone semi-comatose, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm as I slowly slipped out of her. Rolling over, I reached for her, pulling her half on top of me.

“That was amazing, but not enough.”

Her cheeks blazed pink again, this time from exertion and not anger or embarrassment. “I’m not tired at all,” she said. “I don’t know why we ended up in bed.”

“Always finding something to argue about,” I said, tapping her on the nose, then jumping out of bed to pick her up. “Let’s find somewhere else to be, because I’m not finished yet.”

Chapter 19 - Laurel

I woke up slowly, feeling loose and mildly achy, but in a good way. The best way. I lay as still as I could, but eased carefully out of Mik’s arms, watching him sleep through half-closed eyes.

Wow. I knew my boss had a dominating personality, but last night, and part of this morning, was next level. From his taunts to hit him, to realizing why he was doing that, I lost control, and like the subtle ache in my body, in the best possible way. Nothing bad was going to happen to me while I was in Mik’s arms.

Somewhere between the second time out by the pool and the third time in his massive granite shower with the waterfall sluicing down on us, I had opened up a bit more about my year-long relationship with Rand. I hated calling it a relationship at all, and I still felt that clinging shame that I stayed as long as I did. I could only speak about it so much without feeling like it was tainting what we had. Whatever it was, I didn’t want Rand’s foul presence anywhere near it.

The more the sun flowed in through the slats in the blinds, the more I woke up and began to wonder how I didn’t recognize that waking up in Mik’s arms was a huge mistake.

Well, the mistake started long before I got here, and there were plenty of opportunities to figure it out and put a stop to it, but I couldn’t exactly regret it, either. I hadn’t experienced anything like what Mik did to me in my entire life.

My one high school boyfriend barely got a kiss. It was just too hard to have a relationship when I couldn’t invite him over for dinner or just to hang out in the living room to watch a movie. My parents could sometimes go weeks without a blowout fight, but seeing me try to enjoy my life always set one or both of them off.

Rand couldn’t compare at all to Mik, and it made me sick to consider they were the same species, sicker that I’d been fooled by his act for so long. Still, it wasn’t in my nature to trust easily, and I felt a bit queasy that I’d shared as much as I did last night. All while Mik hadn’t given me much about his early life except that he had all those siblings and cousins.