Page 97 of Justice for Samara

Just as she was about to say something else, the front door opened and a voice said, “Hey, babe, who… Oh.” Michael pointed back over his shoulder. “I’ll just wait out here and?”

“Oh no you won’t. This is your home. You’ll come right on in here. I think my parents have something to say to you.”

Michael shook his head. “Oh, that’s okay. You don’t have to?”

“No. It’snotokay. It’s not okay at all. Mom, Dad, don’t you have something you want to say to Michael?”

Her parents looked back and forth at each other until her mother sighed. Bruce cleared his throat. “Hrrmphhhh, uh, we’re really sorry for everything we put you through, Michael. That wasn’t right of us, and we apologize.”

“Yes. We’re very sorry,” Debra added.

Michael nodded and patted Samara’s shoulder from where he stood behind her chair. “Thank you. I accept your apology. I have to tell you, I don’t trust you right now, but that’s something we can work on together, all four of us. If that’s what you want.”

Debra had started to cry. “Yes. Very much.”

“Okay. I’m more than willing to try. But if you all will excuse me, I’m going in here to take a shower and put on my comfortable clothes. If we don’t soon get to the point where we have time to cook for ourselves, I’m going to have to get new uniforms because of all of my mother’s casseroles. She’s determined to fatten me up.”

Bruce chuckled. “That mother of yours is really something.”

Michael grinned. “Yeah, but the question is, what?”

That set all four adults in the room to laughing, and the tension was broken. Samara tipped her head back and smiled at the man standing behind her. He had absolutely no idea what he meant to her.

But she had every intention of showing him.

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“Oh,god. Samara, girl, please… Shit, shit, shit. Oh, damn, baby, you… Sam, please… Oh, fuuuuuuck,” he groaned as his body let go and she lapped up every drop he’d given her.

“Good?” she asked as she wiped a finger across her lips and then stuck it in her mouth.

“Good? That’s like asking if coal is black or sugar is sweet. Holy hell, angel, I think you could suck a basketball through a vacuum cleaner hose. Come here.” As soon as she was in his arms, he gave her a long, deep kiss. When he ended it and pulled back, he grinned at her. “How long do you think it’ll take them to catch on?”

“My parents? Long time. Your mom? She’s probably already guessed. Do you think Carter and Sharla will say anything?”

“No. They won’t. But I do know they both said they’d be glad when everybody knew because they want to throw us a little party.”

“That’s really nice of them. Everybody’s been so nice to me. I feel so at home here.”

“And you love your job,” he said and tweaked her nipple to hear her giggle.

“I do love my job. Might have something to do with my boss. He’s a real slave driver, but he’s the sexiest slave driver I’ve ever met.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Very sexy.”

“He’s got a very sexy employee too.”

She snorted. “I’ll be sure to let Justin know you said that.”

“Girl!” Michael rolled her to her back and crawled between her legs until his cock was resting on her belly. “You tell Watson that and I’ll…” Instead of finishing the sentence, he kissed her again and forced his tongue between her lips. The kiss she returned was ferocious, and everything below his waist tightened. “Damn. You’re doing it to me again,” he muttered against her lips.

She laughed loudly. “Oh, yeah? Is that right? I’m downright magical, huh?”

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but that pussy of yours is positively spellbinding.” Braced on his hands above her, he leaned down, sucked a nipple between his lips, and pulled to let it snap back. “Okay, those are pretty magical too, but not as magical as that honey pot. That thing is its own wizarding world.”

The smile she gave him was incendiary. “Is that right?”

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