“I was hit by a car yesterday. A limo to be exact.”
“Are you in the hospital?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then, your ass can come to work, or you’re fired.”
Micah snatches the phone out of my hand. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? I ought to come down there and bust your face. My fiancé has shit to say to you. She doesn’t work for you anymore. And if you say anything else, I’ll have your bar shut down for good.” He ends the call and hands me the phone. “No one will ever treat you like shit again.”
I set it down on the coffee table and throw my arms around him. He’s the first man that ever stuck up for me.
“It’s been so long since someone gave a shit about me that I’m overwhelmed.”
He falls back onto the sofa, and we make out like two teenagers until my jaw is too sore. “Damn, woman, I might be the luckiest man in the world.”
“Only if I’m the luckiest woman.”
“I suppose. I only told you about some of my flaws.”
“None of that matters.” We lay there on the sofa when Winston comes out of his bedroom.
“It got quiet in here, I assumed you went back into the bedroom.” He winks at us.
“How was the book?” I ask. Micah told me that Winston was busy reading a new crime book I’d been dying to read.
“It’s great. I need another one.”
“I haven’t read Rankin before. I’ve cleared all the J.D. Robb books off my list so far, but she comes up with so many more.”
“Most of the stories were written probably before you were born, but he’s still releasing new ones. I can lend them to you when we get back to Chicago.”
“Sounds wonderful. Thanks.”
“So, Are you going out?”
“Yes. I’m starving unless you’re going to need me.”
“No, tomorrow, maybe. I need to call Initial and set up another meeting this week before we head back.” He turns to me and adds, “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I have to get a little work done.”
“I understand.”
“Good. Is there a place you’re looking to eat at?”
“That Cuban place I found is fantastic. I want to help myself to it again.” He leaves us with a grin on his face.
“Do you think it’s just the food he’s going for?”
“I don’t know, but good for him. He’s been divorced for twenty years. He has a daughter and two grandkids so far. His son-in-law is my VP; that’s how they met.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet.”
His phone rings, and his shoulders slump as he doesn’t want to answer. “You can take the call. I can keep myself busy.”
“No, it’s my mother. She wants to meet you already.”
“You told her about me?”
“No. My lawyer and I were talking. Well, he’s my step-father, and she was being nosy.”
“Oh. You didn’t plan on telling your mother about me?”
He grabs his phone and swipes it. “Mother, what’s going on?”
“I’m just wondering if you’re making me some grandbabies.”
“If I was, you’d definitely be interrupting.”
“Ooh, I’m sorry. When am I going to meet her?”
“Mother, this beautiful woman at my side is Violet.” He turns his phone, and I realize they’re on video chat.
“Oh my god, you are absolutely adorable. What happened to your—? Never mind. I forgot about the accident. Don’t mind my big mouth.”
“Wonderful mother. Insulting my wife.”
“I don’t mean anything other than she has a bruise.”
“I’m fine. The doctors say I’m good to go.”
“So what’s this wife business? You wouldn’t deprive your mother of gushing over a wedding.”
“We’re not married, no matter what he says.”
“We will be…very soon. You better get your gushing in now because I’m not waiting for long ladies. Babe, do you need something to drink? I’m going to get one while you two talk.”
“Just some water.”
His mother and I talk for two more minutes before someone on the other end says something about eating her pussy. I break out into a fit of laughter. I manage to choke out, “Have fun.”
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Trust me, you don’t want to know, but your mother had to go.”
“Oh God, did he say something dirty again?”
“So, that’s a regular thing for him?”
“I swear the old bastard thinks it’s funny. He’s lucky she’s happy, or I’d break his jaw.”
“Good. Don’t, because your stepfather needs it for her.”
He mocks like he’s going to vomit. “Brat.” I laugh harder, releasing a snort.” He attacks me, tickling my sides until I shout for “Mercy.”
“You are going to drive me nuts, aren’t you?”
“Are you taking back the whole marriage thing now?”
Growling, he flips me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom, swatting my ass on the way there. “Hey.”
“That’s just the start. I told you I’d find reasons to redden your ass, but I guess you did that for me.” I let out a giggle as he tosses me onto the massive bed. Micah drops his pajama pants, and he’s so hard that I can’t stop from letting him know how much I appreciate his body. Moving onto my knees, I crawl forward and reach out, stroking his thick length. He groans, throwing his head back. My tongue slides over the bead of cum on the tip. “Do you still want to spank me?” I ask.