Page 20 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

Evelyn

M ickey lifts me back onto the counter with ease, then steps away and shrugs off his jacket, draping it over one of the island counter seats.

His button-up shirt stretches against his broad chest, but I can’t properly appreciate his toned physique—my eyes are glued to his forearms as he rolls up his sleeves.

Rummaging through my drawers, he stumbles upon my cutting boards. I scoot back farther onto the counter and sit cross-legged, grateful for wearing pants and not a dress today.

“My serrated knives are in the third drawer on the left. There’s also my bow knife in there too,” I offer, and he takes out the wooden bread cutter. “Yep, that’s the one.”

He slices through the bread with precision, then retrieves the butter bell from the opposite counter. “Did you make this too?” I draw my lips into my mouth and nod once. “Starting tomorrow, you’ll have a full staff to take care of your home.”

“What?” I squeak and attempt to slide off the counter.

Mick steps between my legs, pinning me with a furious gaze. “I thought I told you not to move.”

“I don’t need a chef, or a maid, or any other person to take care of the house. It’s only Andrew and me here, and you know what’s neat freak he is. If I had someone here to do laundry or cook dinner, I’d have nothing to do all day. Andy needed an educated housewife, so that’s what I became.”

“You’re so much more than that,” he snaps, making my stomach plummet.

For years, I’ve put my dreams and desires on the back burner. With Andy securing Maryland for a second term, my hope is I’ll return to my old life in the next few years. But no matter what happens with Andrew, there’s no chance that I’ll be with Mick.

“Mistakes were made.” He grips my ass, pulling me closer. “You never should’ve married Andrew.”

“Let me guess, I should’ve married you instead?” I tease, even if every fiber of my being wants him to say yes.

“Whose ring is on your finger, angel?” he counters, and I rub the band with my thumb. “I’ve thought a lot about this, and after you divorce Andrew, that ring I gave you is staying. On my grandad’s grave, you’ll be my wife one day.”

I swallow thickly, then blow out a shaky breath. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“It’s more than a promise. But what I can guarantee is you’re going to keep your pretty arse on this counter until I’m done making you a bite to eat, then you’re going to let me take care of you the way I should’ve every single day since the night I claimed you as mine.”

Mick steps back and I immediately miss him in my space. I can’t help asking, “What about Andrew?”

“We want different things,” he admits, turning on the burner of the stove.

“He doesn’t want to build a life with me—get married, have kids, adopt a cat that will hate me.

I’ll always love him, but ever since the night we spent together, I’ve always imagined it would be you by my side when this is over. ”

Lightly licking my lips, I return to my cross-legged seating position. “So, you’re ready to wife a woman up because her pussy was that good? ”

“Careful, Evie. Don’t act as if your mouth hasn’t watered at the thought of being on your knees for me.”

“It hasn’t,” I lie, but it’s sour on my tongue.

“What were our rules?”

“Oh, fuck, I don’t remember,” I laugh, and even Mickey can’t help but smirk. “Something about safe words and being friends after.”

The anticipation is too much as he takes his time to remove the cheese from the packaging. “Also, that we’re always honest with each other, and you, my deviant angel, are not being honest. Do you remember what rule number four was?”

A whimper is caught in my throat. “No.”

“Take off your pants, love.”

“I’m not going to sit bare-assed on my counter,” I huff.

“You’re right.” He pauses slicing the cheese and turns off the stove, then lifts me off the counter.

As my feet hit the floor, he turns me around, and I brace myself on the counter.

Unbuttoning my pants, he growls, “No more lies. Because you weren’t my good girl today, you’re going to count with me. ”

He tugs down my pants and underwear, and I taunt, “Yes, Daddy,” unable to stop myself from poking the bear.

Crack.

“One,” I whimper, as his palm collides with my ass, and the sting has me instantly wet for him.

Mick slides his hand lower, teasing my pussy with a quick swipe of his finger. Bringing it to his lips, he groans, “Fuck, I missed you.”

I don’t have a moment to recover when he lands another slap. “Two!”

“Do you know how hard it’s been to not touch you, to not drop to my knees every time I see you? It’s been torture, love.” When a third smack doesn’t happen, I glance behind me, and Mick is kneeling. As he palms my ass, he praises, “So fucking beautiful. Your late dinner will need to wait.”

He spreads me wide and I press my chest to the cold granite. I’m touch-starved, not caring that I’m desperate for his mouth on me. I should tell him to stop, maintain the boundary I set, but there’s no part of me that doesn’t want him. He licks up my center and I shiver on contact.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

Mickey slips two fingers inside me and I squeak, “Yes.”

“Say it and I stop. Fuck, angel, you’re so tight. When was the last time you played with this pretty cunt?”

“This morning,” I admit, stifling a moan as he curls his fingers inside me and teases my clit with his thumb. “Please don’t stop, Mick.”

He nips at my ass and chuckles darkly, “You want to try that again?”

I don’t fight him—he craves control as much as I want to give it up. “Don’t stop, Daddy.”

“That’s my good fucking girl. Tell me how much you’ve needed my hands on you.”

My words leave me without shame. “When I fuck myself, I imagine it’s you.”

Mick draws his fingers out and I whimper at the sudden loss, but it quickly becomes a moan as he dives his tongue inside me.

He builds me up, licking and sucking. My legs begin to shake and I struggle to maintain my balance.

As they nearly give out, he holds onto my hips, devouring me until I come harder than I have in years.

I cry out, my feral gasps bouncing off the kitchen walls.

He slows his pace, helping me catch my breath. Peppering kisses up my back as he stands, his thick cock presses against my ass. I selfishly grind against him, and admit, “I need you, Mick.” My voice is small and weak, but I don’t fucking care—he made me this way, he can deal with it.

“Not tonight, angel. I promised I would take care of you and I have the rest of my life to fill you.”

Except, just like last time, we only have the night—not a lifetime.

Reality slams into me. I’m a married woman who just committed adultery.

It doesn’t matter that Andrew suggested it, it feels wrong to want another man.

We made a promise to be faithful to each other, and it isn’t as if I can have any sort of relationship with Mickey.

It’s too risky and my heart couldn’t take it if I fell in love with him.

“You can’t do that again.”

“Until you use your safe word, I intend to have my face between your legs for the foreseeable future. Do you want me to stop?” I should say yes. Instead, I shake my head. “Then your cunt is mine to play with whenever I want.”

He leaves me pressed against the counter and steps aside to wash his hands, then continues with slicing the cheddar and gruyere.

I’ve wanted Mickey more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

The damage is already done. What harm is there with an innocent tongue-lashing between friends?

I can indulge myself for just one night.

Tomorrow, I’ll make sure he keeps his distance.

It’ll be no different than what we’ve done for years.

My phone buzzes in my purse, but I ignore it. “Am I allowed to move now?”

“No,” he growls, with no further explanation, restarting the heat on the stove.

My legs are still jelly, but I lift onto my elbows, keeping my weight on the counter. “Mick, I can’t just remain here bent over for your viewing pleasure for the rest of the night.”

Mid-swipe of the cheese on the slicer, he pauses and glances over.

“It’s not for my pleasure. When are you going to realize the only reason I want to tame you is to free you?

Until you admit you’re mine as much as I’m yours, you can remain there with your arse and pussy on full display, begging for me to slide inside you. ”

“And what happens if I get up?”

“There is no punishment I can grant you that you won’t enjoy, angel… Except me leaving. So, you can wait there patiently until I tell you to move, or I walk out that door leaving you a dripping mess.”

“You’d really go?” I question, unsure what my decade-long crush has in store.

“Probably not.” He smirks and returns to preparing the sandwiches. “I told you: you’re mine to take care of, Evie. Let me.”

His words pierce through all of the shields I’ve put up, and I’m tired of shoving aside my own wants and needs.

Confident he won’t go, I lift off the counter and close the distance, taking the cheese out of his hands and setting it aside.

Between the woman I spoke to on the phone earlier, Andrew’s insistence that this is all okay, and my post-orgasm glow, the only thing I want is Mickey.

I don’t want to deny it anymore. I take his face in my hands and bring his lips within a breath of mine, and whisper, “You say you’re mine?

Prove it. Show me I shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting you. ”

Mickey’s lips crash into mine in a bruising kiss I feel all the way to my toes.

There’s nothing gentle about how, with each swipe of his tongue against mine, he steals away my shame, my desperation, and every ounce of regret I’ve harbored for a decade.

In this moment, it’s just Mickey and me—two lost souls who finally found each other.

The outside world, the election, Andrew’s political career… none of it exists.