LIFE LESSON SIXTEEN

WARNING: Content may offend some, so proceed with caution.

Madison is mine!

That fact was painted as clearly in her eyes as if a billboard were plastered over her head. He could’ve claimed her without one objection uttered from her gorgeous mouth. She allowed liberties she wouldn’t have granted an hour before. His hand on her shoulder, his fingers kneading her nape and in her hair, and his caress against her wrist…small privileges, but he relished each one more than he would priceless commodities.

An honorable man wouldn’t take advantage of her weakness. Micah didn’t pretend to be an honorable man. He certainly held no desire to be one. Fools and losers could savor their reputation, while he raced to the finish line victorious.

Honestly, kitten, I want to kiss you. If he said that aloud, she’d bolt. Her breathing grew choppy from his touch, but he ventured further, slipping his thumb from her bottom lip, and followed the slow drag of his hand downward to curl around her throat. After kissing you slowly, I would nibble right here—his pad swished over the pulse in her neck—and savor you as long as I could get away with it. All fucking night if he had his way.

“Madison,” he said her name again because she’d ceased paying attention and had most likely forgotten he’d said her name a few minutes ago. “You’re a trifle naïve if you truly believe what you just said. Honesty is always best? Are you positive?”

“I—Yes.” Madison licked her lips and he kicked the temptation to kiss—Fuck no!—ravish her aside. She would make the first move in their relationship. “I do believe in always being honest.”

She looked so sincere saying that garbage, Micah chuckled. “I’ll tell my clients your sentiments and see how they respond.” Her pulse licked against his thumb in an irregular cadence. “They all proclaim innocence, but none of them are.”

Creases plowed across her forehead in an adorable frown. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“Even the guilty need a defender, kitten.” Micah shifted his hand off her throat to the base of her neck. His fingers slithered through the fine strands of her hair, down to the ends, as he fantasized about taking her while he held her down with his hand wrapped in the silky mass.

“You must think me terribly inexperienced?” The vulnerability in her eyes compelled him to draw her closer, and shield her from the brutal world. He withstood the compulsion by flattening his palm against her nape. 

Inexperienced? Yes, but charmingly so. It made him want to rumple her decorum more than a little. See how low he could bring her, how she would pant when he brought her to climax. Years awaited their marriage bed and he was already anxious to experience intimacies with her.

“Would you prefer to be experienced like your mother?” He’d have a small chat with Celeste promptly. Before the day ended, things would be resolved.

“God, no, but something about you makes me want to be more than I am. And it’s embarrassing exposing my greenness to you.” Even in the face of her mortification, she held his gaze. He liked that. It indicated backbone and fire. She’d need stamina to endure his livelihood.

Her words, however, bothered him. “I demand that you be you. I want nothing else but to experience the real you.”

“I hate to break it to you, but your legal arm doesn’t extend outside the courtroom.” She grinned. “You cannot exactly demand anything of me, especially that.”

“You’ll do as you’re told or I will stuff you in my trunk until you comply.”

“Good luck with that, Mr. Dominus,” she said with a cheeky grin. “I’ve got a healthy set of lungs.”

Damned if he didn’t love the way she teased. “In case you haven’t noticed, I out bulk you, kitten.”

She rolled her eyes and he bit his tongue to keep from laughing. “You’re so arrogant thinking brute strength would subdue me.”

“My arrogance is charming.”

“No,” she said with a firm shake of her head, but a saucy glitter resonated in her eyes.

He clucked his tongue. “Already breaking your own honesty rules. I’m disappointed in you, Madison.”

“Liar.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “You find my attempt at prevarication adorable.”

Damn right! Everything about her was adorable.

“Thank you.” Her demeanor turned serious in a blink.

He massaged the back of her neck. “For what?”

“Cheering me up and—” she looked away fast and withdrew her wrist off his thigh “—coming to my rescue.”

Micah pinched her chin gently and turned her head so he could peer into her eyes. “I am always here for you no matter what. Always.”

He would give her everything within his control, including the world worshipping her if possible. She was that important to him.

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