Page 37 of Accepted Precedent
“I’m only a few years older than you, love. But for me, a perfect life is one we build together. I’d be able to look back on the yearswe spent together with no regrets. I’ve spent too many years fulfilling my family’s legacy; I’m done, angel.”
My brows pinch, and I take a sip of my gin and tonic to wash down what has to be one of the best sandwiches I’ve had in a while—though it probably has more to do with the chef than the cheese. “What do you mean you’re done?”
“If I walk away, our country would be overrun by fascist nationalists who’ll destroy everything my family’s built. But I’m also not going to walk away from you again.”
“I’m married to your boyfriend… ex-boyfriend? I’m still not sure what you’re calling your relationship with Andy, but it doesn’t matter. This—you and me—can’t continue after tonight, no matter how much I wish it could. The last time we spent a night together, it changed my life, and not for the better. It felt as if a part of my soul was carved out of my chest when you disappeared. I know why you did it, but I won’t go through that again.”
Mickey sets his drink down and braces himself on the counter, hanging his head as he admits, “I made a grave mistake. One I’ll never forgive myself for, and I don’t expect you to either.” Lifting his gaze, his eyes are glassy. My throat constricts as I try to will back my own tears. “All I ask is for a chance to make it up to you.”
“So, we sneak around for the next few decades? How is that fair to either of us? To Andy?”
“It’s not,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I’m in love with you, Evie. I’ve lied to myself for years, thinking if I just focused on work that I would forget you. But I never could. So, if you want this to be a repeat of last time with only one nighttogether before I disappear, I’ll take it. Just know that I’ll love you and Andrew until my dying breath.”
I finish my gin and tonic in three quick gulps, then round the kitchen island, not stopping until I’m in his arms. He holds me tightly, kissing the top of my head, and I finally let my tears fall. “I tried to forget you, but it only made me miss you more.”
“If I have any say in it, you’ll never have to miss me again.” He pulls back and wipes my tears away with his thumbs, pressing soft kisses to the wet trails left behind. “Come on, love. It’s been a long day. Let’s get you to bed.” I nod, and he takes my hand. I lead us into the bedroom, but as I’m about to climb into bed, he guides me into the ensuite. “Shower first.”
“Will you join me?”
“Only if I’m allowed to touch you.”
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the ground. “What’s your safe word, Mick?”
“There isn’t anything you could do that I’d need one for.”
“You never know.” I place his hand on my chest between my breasts, but he moves it to tease one of my peaked nipples with his thumb.
“Red.” Dropping to his knees, he kisses my soft stomach. “My safe word is ‘red.’”
Chapter 18
Andrew
Evie is normally up by five, but the house is quiet. I make my way to the kitchen, and the light is off. Stumbling over something soft, I click them on to find Evie’s pants and underwear on the ground.
Well, looks like I’ll be five hundred dollars richer…
I chuckle to myself as I bring the clothes into the bedroom and toss them into the hamper, then carefully undress down to my boxer briefs. Morning light from the window seeps in through the curtains, illuminating the outline of the two of them in bed. Evie is tucked into Mickey’s side, her dark auburn hair covering his arm as he holds her. They’re more than comfortable—they’re happy. I didn’t realize how badly they needed last night and each other.
As I slide into bed, I wrap my arms around her, and she turns to face me. She’s naked, and I’d gather he is too. Mick growls in his sleep, pulling her away from me until her back is flush with his chest, and I try not to laugh but fail, waking Evie.
“Sorry, babe.”
She mumbles something unintelligible and adjusts the comforter over her shoulder. He tugs it down, kissing her pale skin practically glowing in the dark. She lets out a sweet sigh, but as his hand travels lower, it becomes a whimpered moan.
Mickey drapes her leg over his, spreading her wide, and my cock is already half-hard at the sight of the two of them together. It’s been a while since Evie and I had sex; my balls ache for release. I reach between her legs but am met with Mick’s hard cock pressed against her wet pussy. Missing the smooth feel of him against my palm, I pull the comforter down the rest of the way and can’t help sliding my hand down his length, then back up again.
“I’m going to fuck your wife, baby.” He adjusts, and I guide him inside her—only an inch—but he swats my hand away and drives deep in one hard thrust.
Evie cries out, reaching behind to grip Mickey’s neck. He remains seated inside her, and her eyes flutter open, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.
“You didn’t have fun with Daddy last night?” I taunt.
Her breath broken, she manages, “Yeah, I did, but we didn’t—” He slides out and presses back in, hard and fast. “Oh fuck, he’s too thick.”
“I know, babe. You need to relax so you can adjust to him. Then it’s my turn.”
I slink down the bed, keeping my eyes on Mick until he’s out of view. He’s like a caged, feral animal, waiting to pounce the moment the gate opens. I lower my mouth, flicking my tongue on her clit and the base of his shaft. Their hands slide into my hair as I seal my lips on her and cup his balls, massagingjust how he likes it. After all these years, I still have his body memorized.
