Page 81 of Honorable Convictions
“Fate gave you no choice. You’re my mate.”
Mitchell’s amusement disappeared. “Everyone has choices, Pierce. I chose for more than a century to make you my enemy despite Fate, but even if you weren’t my mate, I’d still want to sleep with you.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, ‘why?’ ” Mitchell asked, his merriment back in full force.
“You didn’t like me. Why would you want to take me to bed?”
“Haven’t you ever looked in the mirror? I don’t have to like you to want to fuck you. You’re gorgeous.”
Pierson wished he could hide his blush, but Mitchell saw right through him anyway. “No one has ever propositioned me.”
“In one hundred and fifteen years, you never got a single invitation to sleep over?”
“No, I’m not that approachable of a person. I have a formidable reputation.”
“I have a formidable reputation myself, doesn’t mean I wasn’t asked to bed.”
“Yeah, but you’re a flirt.”
Leaning in for another kiss, Mitchell smoothed his hands down Pierson’s arms. “I only flirt with you now.”
“Do you think it’s because I’m nicer now that this happened? Because I’ve worked hard to be friendly?”
“Maybe. Or maybe he saw your face and wanted to touch the body under this uniform.”
“This is important, Mitch.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, if I’m nicer now, is that going to affect me in the courtroom? Am I considered a less fierce opponent?”
“Juris Knight Murphy, were you drinking in San Diego?”
“No, I told Gratien I had plans and had to come home.”
“Then what is all this nonsense you’re talking about?”
Pierson contemplated his interaction with Gratien and had to admit it was flattering to have someone want him even if he wasn’t interested. Regrettably, he informed Mitchell of his thoughts, and he glared at him. “What?”
“You’re a mated man. That’s enough about you being flattered by some random dude asking you to meet him in his bedroom.”
“Technically, we’re not mated, and he never said those words.”
“Testing my patience, Blondie.”
“You want chicken for dinner? I need to cook that asparagus before we have to throw it out.”
“Have I had asparagus?” Mitchell asked after Pierson stole a kiss and stepped away to change out of his uniform.
“Yes, and you liked it.”
“You could be lying. My ability to sense untruths doesn’t work with my mate.”
“We can’t eat blueberry muffins for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“I’d take your coffee cake as a suitable substitute.”
