Page 41 of Fierce-Michael

“Electra didn’t have that set up already?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “I don’t know that she thought of any of those things.”

Kelly moved over and rubbed his arm. “I’m sorry. That had to be so stressful. I’m sure you wanted to just take him right away and fix it all. I can’t believe it was easy for you to not step in.”

“It wasn’t easy,” he said. “I had to do what was right for Ty. I was there for everything I could be, all the while in the back of my mind figuring out how to set my house up and talking to my lawyer.”

“I bet there are a lot of men out there in your situation that would have been ticked off that they had to spend so much time and money on a child with their ex and you were most likely relieved she wanted you to have custody.”

He pulled her into his arms. “That is exactly it and I’m glad you can see that. Not many women can. And since we don’t have much time, why don’t we have an early dinner and maybe pick up where we left off the other day?”

She put her arms around his neck. “We can have dinner after,” she said. “Just in case you get called away.”

“I like the way you think. I was talking about kissing,” he said.

“I was thinking something else,” she whispered against his lips. “No reason to wait when I know what I need to know about you.”

He didn’t know what that meant. “Is that a good thing?”

“It is,” she said. “You’re a good person, Michael. That is the most important thing to me. You’re sexy, sweet, and right now in my arms. I want to take advantage of you.”

“Oh,” he said. “You should have said that first.”

He lifted her up, her legs went around his waist, his mouth crushed hers and he started to walk toward the stairs and to his room.

She hadn’t been upstairs yet; there hadn’t been a reason. He hadn’t thought she’d be going there today either but wasn’t going to say no if she was offering.

“You’re pretty coordinated,” she said.

“It’s my house,” he said. “I know where everything is and can walk around it with my eyes closed half the time.”

He got to his room and all but dropped her on the bed. She started to giggle and he leaned over and caged her in, his hands on her sides, his mouth going back to hers.

Her fingers slid under his shirt, touching the skin around his waist and up his ribs until his shirt was lifted and tossed aside.

“Holy cow. I guess you do work out.”

He squinted at her. “I’ll show you my exercise room at some point,” he said.

“Turn, let me see the muscles on your back.”

“No,” he said.

“Please,” she said, putting her hands in front of her chest in prayer.

“Only if you do the same,” he said.

She hopped up fast from his bed, and started to unbutton the shirt she had on since she’d come from work. She was doing it quickly and in jerky motions, then yanked it off her arms, but the sleeves caught at the cuffs.

“Dang it,” she said. “I wasn’t prepared for this. Not sexy huh?”

“Keep going,” he said. “Every part of you is sexy.”

Her hair was tousled and flying around her face from all her movements. Her bra was white and had some cute little blue flowers on them. Sexy innocent was a thing and it appeared to be a thing he loved.

She finally yanked her hands out of her shirt, spread her arms wide and showed him her breasts in her bra, and then turned and let him see her back.

Not a lot of muscle but no fat. His eyes moved down to her tiny waist and ass in her colored jeans. They were a little higher around her stomach and somewhat baggy.

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