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Footsteps sound behind me. The scent of fresh snow, of darkness, of edgy testosterone, washes over me a second before his arms come around my waist. Andy wriggles in my arms, then digs his claws into my shirt as he attempts to climb up my chest. He peers over my shoulder, growls at my husband. Michael growls right back. Andy stiffens, then hisses at him. He turns his head away, wriggles in my arms, then proceeds to jump out and onto the wall of the terrace.
"That cat is the most fickle creature I have ever met." His dark voice coils in my ear.
I shiver, then turn in the circle of his arms, "He’s my cat; of course, his loyalties lie with me. Speaking of," I frown, "did you just growl back at him?"
"He needs to learn that he can’t monopolize my wife’s attention."
"Are you jealous of a cat, Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano?"
"Uh, oh," he smirks, "do you know how much of a turn on it is when you say my complete name?"
I slide my hand between us and cup the bulge at his crotch, "I am beginning to guess."
He pushes into me and my hips touch the wall behind me. He tilts his hips so I can feel every single ridge of his length against my palm. Heat coils in my belly and moisture laces my panties.
"You’re so damn sexy, you know that?"
"I am, aren’t I?" He smirks.
I laugh, "And not modest at all."
"Can’t afford to be, in my line of work, baby."
My smile promptly vanishes. "How are the talks going with JJ and Nikolai? Are they agreeable to legitimizing the businesses?"
"Not completely," he raises a shoulder, "but I am sure I’ll win them over."
"Like I said, not modest at all."
"They’ll come around. They’ll have to, when they see that the figures make sense. This is an opportunity for them to carve out a future that is safer for their families too, after all."
"You think they’ll agree to that?"
"They will, once we’ve figured out the practicalities of how to manage the transition."
"Meanwhile," he lowers his head so his eyelashes entangle against mine, "where were we?"
He drags his palms up my hips and his fingertips brush against the bandage across my lower back.
I freeze; so does he.
"What's this?" He scowls, "Did you hurt yourself?"
"N...no," I tip up my chin, "I, ah, wanted to add something to what you marked on my back earlier.
"Can I see?"
I nod, then turn my back on him. He raises my shirt, stares down at the strip of clear plastic which covers my lower back.
His breath catches. "Beauty, you..." his voice cracks. "you wrote my name on your body?"
"I wanted to..." I glance at him over my shoulder again, "I wanted to find a way to ink your name into my skin and this seemed fitting.
"Mika's whore," he reads out aloud. "You shouldn’t have hurt yourself further, this way."
"It's a hurt that I gladly bear," I say softly. "I needed to show you that I meant it, that this time, I am not leaving you. That you are stuck with me, Don."
He swivels me around in the circle of his arms. "My whore," he kisses my forehead, "my slut," he kisses me on one eyelid, "my pussy," then the other. "My Beauty," he kisses me on the tip of my nose. "Mine." He presses his lips to mine. "Only mine."
