Page 97 of Misconception (Unrequited 2)

Moses

Michaela threw a set of sheets in a box, making me cringe.

She set her hands on her hips. “I see you.”

“You told me not to speak. Didn’t say anything about reacting.” Spreading my arm over the back of her couch, I tried to look like her packing style wasn’t killing me on the inside.

She pointed to her misbehaving curl. “Remember? This is me. I’m a wild mess, and that includes when I pack.”

“You could let me help.”

“But you don’t know what I want to take.” She spun in a circle, the contents of her small cottage exploding around her. “I don’t even know what I want to take.”

There was an edge of panic in her voice, and the last thing I wanted was for her to back out. I patted my legs. “Come here.” I left no room for argument, and for once, she didn’t. She came, settling in my lap with a sigh.

Holding her face in my hand, I sealed my mouth over hers, kissing all that worry right out of her. Her lips parted with a moan, my tongue sweeping in to taste her, licking up her panic and swallowing it down. I loved Michaela like this, all soft and pliant, willing to let go and let me have her. She never failed to melt when I was kissing the hell out of her.

She shifted so her ass pressed against my erection. Hips rocking, plush flesh giving way to my steely hardness. She felt too good, too distracting. If we started this, she’d never get packed.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I gripped her hips to still them. “Stop it, demon.”

She laughed against my cheek. “You invited me over and kissed me. Do you expect me not to react to you?”

“Baby,” my teeth scraped the column of her neck, “you drive me crazy. I need your pretty little ass moved into our apartment on a permanent basis. Gotta know I’m going to be waking up to your wild curl every morning.”

She drew away, her hands on either side of my neck. “Are you still sure? We’ve had a solid week together, and you’ve seen the worst of me. You still want me there?”

I tugged her tank top down, exposing her taut nipple. “Areyousure? If the worst of you is what I’ve been seeing all week, then keep it coming, baby.” I sucked her nipple, unable to get enough of her tits in my mouth.

We’d spent a couple nights in her cottage, then she’d come into the city with a few bags of clothes. Not all her stuff, but enough to hang in my closet—ourcloset—and fill a drawer. Every morning, she was on my dick when I woke up. Every night, I fell asleep with the taste of her pussy on my lips. And in between, we cooked, talked, fucked all over my apartment—ourapartment.

She tossed her head back and dug her fingers into my hair. “Who’s being a demon now? Starting something I know you’re not going to finish.”

Letting go of her nipple, I gripped the back of her neck to bring her mouth to mine again. “We’ll finish it when you finish packing. The movers are coming in an hour. I’d rather a couple strangers not find me balls deep inside you with all your possessions strewn everywhere.”

She arched a brow. “You think you’d last an hour inside me?”

My cock jumped at the way she looked at me. “You got me. The point stands, though. Let me help you pack so we can go back to our home and get off.”

That made her laugh. “You know how to motivate me. Let me up. I have to throw my shit in these boxes so I can get laid.”

Groaning, I slumped on the couch. “You’re killing me, demon.”

She added an extra sway to her hips, her plump ass jiggling as she walked away. “You love it.”

I did. I fucking did.

I unlocked my apartment door and held out my arms to Michaela. “Get up here.”

She scrunched her face. “Why would I do that?”

“I’m carrying my wife over the threshold.”

“But I’ve...been here before?”

The movers were a few hours behind us with most of Michaela’s worldly possessions, which didn’t amount to much. She told me she’d departed her first marriage with the clothes on her back and a fat check and hadn’t bothered accumulating much since.

“Sure. But now you officially live here. My wife’s getting carried across the threshold, even if I have to throw her over my shoulder.”

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