Page 21 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

I claw at his shirt, unable to get close enough, making him chuckle against my lips. “You’re a greedy little thing.”

“You’re half-correct.” I pull back and my swollen lips tingle. “I’m greedy, but I’m certainly not little.”

Mick grips the hem of my blouse, and I gasp as he rips it up the middle. “This.” He drags a knuckle from between my breasts down to my now aching clit. “This is the most perfect body I’ve ever touched. Don’t you dare speak negatively about it. You’re little if I say you’re little.”

“Okay,” I breathe, hardly able to speak.

He rubs his knuckle over my clit. “Let’s try that again.”

“Yes… Daddy?”

“Does my little angel need to come again?”

I press my lips together to stifle a groan. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He kisses me softly and whispers, “Then you’re going to admit that you’re brilliant and beautiful.”

“I… I’m brilliant and beautiful.”

He rubs faster. “Again.”

“I’m brilliant and— oh fuck —beautiful.”

Roughly kissing me, he picks up his pace and I can’t hold on a moment longer. I shatter, and even though it wasn’t as amazing as my last orgasm, I still struggle to catch my breath.

“On your knees, Evelyn.”

I do as he commands, falling to my knees and sitting back on my heels. As I reach for his belt, he stops me, gripping my wrist. “Please?”

“Please, what?”

“Please can I have your cock, Daddy?”

Mickey unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Reaching in, he pulls out his perfect cock, and my mouth waters at the sight. “Let me see your tongue.” I open wide and stick it out a little. “Your reward for being my good girl is you get a taste—just one.”

Keeping my eyes on him, I take his thick cock in my hand, then swipe my tongue around the head, lapping up a few beads of precum. “Why only a taste?”

“Because any more and I’ll be tempted to fuck your throat while you play with your pretty pink pussy, making a mess on the floor.”

Defying him, I swirl my tongue a second time, then take all of him in one swift movement. His eyes darken as a growl rumbles in his chest. I pull off him with a pop and tease, “I don’t see a problem with that.”

“Food first, then I’m filling that smart mouth of yours. But if you still want to be a little brat, I’ll also fill your needy cunt over and over until you're pregnant with our child.”

“What?” Narrowing my eyes, I scoff, “You wouldn’t dare.”

As I stand, he grips the front of my throat, gently squeezing on the sides.

“Want to try me, love?” I shake my head.

“Then behave and let me make you a damn sandwich.” His eyes twinkle as he’s unable to hide his smile, and I can’t help the laugh bubbling out of me.

“Go get dressed. I’ll have it ready in five or ten minutes. ”

I grab my purse and my way to the bedroom. My phone buzzes again; this time I check it.

Andrew

I’ll be home early in the morning. I need to shower and change before interviews. I would do it at Finn’s but he has a bunch of dogs and I don’t want to deal with possible dog hair on my suit.

I’m guessing you’re busy with Mick?

Love you.

I scurry the rest of the way to the bedroom as I type my reply.

Not busy. Love you too.

There are dancing bubbles but they disappear.

Once I’m in my room, I sift through my dresser in search of the right clothes for the occasion—none of my slinky lingerie would fit me.

There’s nothing sexy about any of my pajamas.

I close the drawers and try Andrew’s, pulling out a dark green tee and gray sweatpants.

They aren’t the least bit sexy, but I’m about to eat a bunch of cheese.

Sexy is already off the table. I toss my destroyed blouse, remove my bra, and change into Andrew’s clothes.

Rushing back to the kitchen, I stuff my phone in my pocket.

It drags my pants down a little and I tie them a little tighter.

Mick glances up as I approach, pouring gin into a lowball glass with ice. “Hey, angel. Is there a reason you lied to your husband?”

“What?” My breath catches and eyes widen. “Wh-what did I lie about?”

He caps the gin and takes out his phone, tapping in his code, then sliding it across the counter to me. It’s open to a text conversation, including a screenshot of my conversation with Andrew. I hesitantly read it.

Andrew Adams

Evie said she’s not busy. I thought for sure you would have already had her tied to the bed by now.

I toyed with her a little but I’m not fucking your wife tonight.

Hundred dollars says by the time I’m home one of you will give in.

Make it five hundred.

Perfect. I’ll use it to send Evie to the spa after you’ve twisted her into a pretzel.

See you in the morning, Daddy.

Be good for my brother.

He’s a grouchy asshole tonight. We’ll probably get him drunk, but I’ll be sure to take his phone so he doesn’t call Ileah.

Thank you. I love you, baby.

I love you too.

“There’s a lot to unpack here,” I mutter, rereading the messages.

Mickey steps behind me, brushing my hair to the side to kiss my neck. “You told him you’re not busy.”

“I-I’m not,” I whimper, closing my eyes as he slips his hand under my shirt. His fingers splay on my stomach, pulling me closer. A moan slips past my lips as he grazes his teeth on the side of my neck. “Why are you betting my husband that you won’t sleep with me?”

“Because you insisted we wouldn’t. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have you begging for it.”

I turn in his arms. “What about Andy? Have you two been— you know —all this time?”

“No, angel. I haven’t touched either of you since your wedding.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, pain etched in his eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone.”

“Mick…”

“How could I? The fate of our nation is on my brother’s and my shoulders.

He gave up your friend. I gave up you and Andrew.

The day I took you to get your ring…” He brings my knuckles to his lips, then presses a soft kiss to the diamond.

“I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and Andrew.”

“Andy doesn’t want to be married to me or anyone else. My sister is the same way. He’s focused on his career and doesn't want a family.”

“I know,” he sighs and rests his forehead on mine. “And you do. I’d give anything to be that man for you, Evie. I can’t tell you how many times I asked Finn if I could fake my death so I could steal you away. He talked me out of it every time, reminding me of how much more you’d give up.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I pull back, and stuff down my disappointment, teasing, “Hiding out in a small, coastal town in Ireland sounds pretty great.”

Mickey wraps his arms around me tighter, and I slide my hands up his chest, linking them behind his neck. “Don’t tempt me, love.” Pulling my arms down, he kisses both of my palms. “Come on. Your food is getting cold.”

He takes my hand and guides me to the opposite side of the counter, pulling out the stool, then rounds the island to retrieve the plated sandwich.

My heart hurts for this beautiful man who has done so much for others, wanting nothing in return.

He’s been lonely—we both have. He slides the plate over to me, and I take a bite of the perfectly golden-brown grilled cheese, unable to stop a moan from escaping me.

“Fuck, Mick, this is incredible. Thank you.”

Pouring tonic into the lowball of gin and ice, he cocks an eyebrow. “Let me be perfectly clear: I don’t care if you’re naked or not, but in your house and mine, you know I’m not Mick or Mickey.”

I cover my mouth as I finish chewing. He squeezes two lime wedges into my drink and I correct, “Thank you for making a late dinner for me, Daddy .” There’s no harm in indulging him—it doesn’t turn me off or on if he wants me to call him that.

He reaches across the counter to hand me the drink, then pours two fingers of bourbon into another glass. I lift mine in a toast before taking a large gulp. It’s stronger than I make mine, and I sputter a cough.

“Slow down, darlin’. It isn’t a race.”

“No shit,” I laugh through my coughing fit. Once I collect myself, I take another sip. “Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“I already ate.” He winks, and I roll my eyes. “Roll your eyes at me again and you’ll be tied to your bed for the rest of the night… and I’ll be out five hundred dollars.”

“Oh no, that sounds awful,” I deadpan. “Need me to run to the ATM for you?”

“Fuckin’ brat,” he chuckles into his glass.

I pat the stool next to me. “Come sit with me.”

“That’s not a good idea.” His eyes darken. “I’m still hungry.”

I don’t bother hiding my smile. No man has ever looked at me the way Mick does, and certainly never talked to me like this.

It’s been years since I’ve dated, and I don’t remember the last time I felt so beautiful or appreciated.

Andrew loves me, but it’s a different kind of love. This? My soul is drawn to his.

Thunder booms outside, startling both of us.

I think back to that woman I spoke to on the phone: “The answer is always right in front of you,” I muse, then take a large bite of my sandwich.

When I finish chewing, I dare to ask, “In a world with no consequences, what would your perfect life look like?”

Mick sips his whiskey and hums. “The perfect life is when I’m able to rest.”

“Care to elaborate, old man?” I tease, poking the lime deeper into my gin and tonic.

“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 years we 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 night together 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.’”