Page 6 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

Mickey

N ever in a million years would I cheat on Andrew.

He gave me the green light with Evie, but it feels too good to be true.

If she wants me, I’ll have her dark auburn hair wrapped around my fist in an instant, owning her pretty, tight cunt until I ruin her for every other man.

While I fucking hate brats, there’s something about her that’s different.

No matter how hard she fights it, she desperately craves letting someone else take the reins.

I want to tear her walls down until she’s on her knees for me—proving she’s mine.

Once she does, I’ll be the one kneeling before her, taking care of her the way she deserves.

And, fuck, does she deserve it.

Waking up with Evelyn in my arms is a luxury I shouldn’t indulge in.

Andrew’s claim that sex is just sex couldn’t be further from the truth.

I don’t only want Evelyn’s body—I want all of her.

Lusting after my boyfriend’s best friend is a new low, but holding her close like this, and Andrew’s fingers interlaced with mine… I’ve never felt so at peace.

Is there any reality that I could have both of them?

Evie turns in my arms. When her eyes flutter open, she doesn’t startle. Biting her lip isn’t enough to hide her smile—the adorable little creases in the corner of her eyes betray her. “Morning, Mick.”

“Mornin’.”

She lets out a deep sigh, and I can’t bring myself to let her go. “What’s on the agenda today?”

“We’re going to prepare you to be a politician's wife.” I pull her leg over my hip, bringing her closer. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t stop me.

Her slick cunt pressed against my cock has me aching to slide inside her. “Do you always sleep naked, love?”

“Always.”

One long thrust couldn’t hurt anything…

Evie’s eyes search mine, then her gaze falls to my lips. “You said everything would go back to normal this morning.”

“I said that before I tasted you. Now all I can think about is shifting, just like this”—I move down a few inches, lining my cock up with her soaked cunt—“and sliding inside you bare, making you come without fucking you.”

I push in, just an inch. She whimpers, but still doesn’t stop me. “How do you intend to do that? I’m pretty sure your cock inside me counts as fucking me.”

“Like this.” I thrust inside her slowly, letting her adjust, and remain seated inside her once she’s taken all of me.

She gasps, and I smother the sound with my lips sealed to hers.

It feels too good. Too fucking right. My heart aches to keep her for myself— waking her like this every morning, my cock buried deep inside her or my face between her thighs as she coats my beard.

Andrew stirs, and Evelyn breaks away, eyes wild with lust and fear. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Shouldn’t do what?” he asks, stretching as he turns to face us. “Oh.” With a glint of mischief in his eyes, a smirk tilts his lips.

Evie gasps, then rushes out, “We didn’t do anything!”

“Is his cock inside you?” He quirks an eyebrow, his wicked grin never faltering.

“Yes,” she concedes. I return my attention to her and her eyes don’t leave mine as she wets her lips.

I reach between us and tease her clit with my thumb, eliciting a sweet moan from her.

If this is the only time we have together, I want to commit the sound to memory.

I’d give just about anything to hear it from her each and every morning she wakes up.

But that’s not my reality.

“Do you like how he’s touching you?” Andrew purrs.

She pauses before answering, “Yes.”

“Do you want him to stop?”

“No.” Her reply comes out shaky, barely above a whisper.

“You want to come on Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement.

Evie glances over her shoulder. “I’m not calling him that, he’s—” I pull out and thrust in once, hard and fast. “ Yes ,” she cries, tightening around me.

“Yes what, angel?” Her gaze snaps back to me, eyes narrowed. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to come on your cock, Mickey .”

I shift her onto her back and spread her wide, pressing her knees onto the mattress, never letting my cock slip out.

Andrew props himself up with his elbow, enjoying my obsession to break the wild temptress.

While he claims he isn’t attracted to Evelyn, I love that he’s hard, sliding his hand into his boxer briefs to stroke his cock as he watches me play with her.

“You don’t want to make Daddy mad, Evie.”

“He’s right, angel.” I circle her clit, and she grips the sheets, arching her back as her head sinks further into the pillow. “When you don’t behave, there are consequences. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“To be fair, it’s been a long time since I’ve misbehaved,” he laughs, sitting up until his back is against the headboard.

“Wh-what kind of consequences?” she manages through her labored breath.

I lift her shirt, revealing her pierced, rosy nipples—a welcome surprise. Lowering my mouth to one, I conjure a hundred different ways to tease and play with her until she finally gives in. She makes me work for it, fighting for control.

Evelyn tangles her fingers in my hair, tugging until my eyes meet hers. I underestimated her tenacity. As much as it turns me on, the sting on my scalp won’t hold a candle to the sting she’ll feel on her arse if she keeps this up.

“What consequences?” she asks again, more curious this time.

I pull her hands from my hair and pin them above her head, reluctantly releasing her taut nipple from my mouth.

“I’ll fill you over and over, but never let you come.

I’ll ensure you won’t be able to sit after I’ve branded your arse with my palm.

You’ll feel an ache the rest of the day, desperate for release as my cum drips down your thighs. ”

“I dare you.” She pins me with a glare and counters, “I’ll just break out a vibrator and take care of myself.”

Andrew huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be tasked with hiding your toys.”

Her gaze snaps to him as she seethes, “You wouldn’t.”

“I think it’s time I teach your fiancée a lesson.”

Andrew has always trusted me with his body—he’s always been mine. It’s different with Evie. I’m consumed with the need to mark her, claim her, own her pleasure.

“Be gentle, she doesn’t know what she’s asking for.” He leans in and kisses my shoulder. “I’m going to check in with Aisling about breakfast, and I’ll have someone clean up your bathroom.”

I keep Evie’s hands pinned with one of mine as I grip the front of his throat, pulling him closer.

“After breakfast, you’re mine. Then we’re meeting with a few lawyers and a media team.

” I glance down to his cock leaking precum through his boxer briefs.

“On second thought…” I kiss him, teasing the seam of his lips with my tongue, then slide my hand lower and grip his cock through the fabric.

He hisses against my lips, and I groan at the sound, needing both of them.

It’s irrational and impossible to ask for more than owning their pleasure, but I’ve always been a greedy arsehole.

“Your fiancée is going to see what happens when she behaves. If she’s our good girl, she won’t come until you do. ”

“What about you?” He gasps as his cock thickens in my hand.

“I’ll fill her before she dares to find her own release.

” I slide my cock out of her perfect cunt as Andrew sits back, stripping off his underwear.

Flipping Evie onto her stomach, I lift her hips and palm her arse, resisting the urge to leave a bright red handprint.

“You’re going to be my good fucking girl and wait.

” Her cunt is glistening, begging me to taste her.

Yesterday wasn’t enough, and I drive two fingers in, curling right where she needs me—only for a moment.

Dragging them out, I bring them to my mouth, and I’m fucking drunk on the taste.

“Please,” she begs, her voice laced with lust and desperation.

“Not yet, my greedy little minx. I warned you; he comes before you do.”

I press a soft kiss to her arse, then take Andrew’s cock in my hand before lowering my mouth to it.

He throbs against my palm as I lick around the tip, swiping away beads of precum with my tongue.

The mix of the two of them is fucking perfection, and I need to find a way to keep both of them after today—even if it feels impossible.

Taking him deep, I massage with firm pressure along his length and tease with small flicks as I slide back up.

My eyes catch on a small movement under Evie.

She quickly looks away, dropping her hand from her soaked cunt.

The little brat couldn’t help herself, but if she’s going to test me, she needs to see for herself what happens when she doesn’t listen.

I pull off Andrew but keep my fist wrapped around him, stroking from base to tip with a firm grip.

“What did I say, angel?”

“You said I couldn’t come. You didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself. After all, I thought you said you’d make me come without fucking me.”

“That was before you decided you weren’t going to be my good girl.

” Continuing to fuck Andrew with my hand, I lift the other and bring it down to Evie’s arse with a crack.

She sighs a moan as she bites down on the pillow, and I should’ve known she’d enjoy a bit of pain.

“Do that again, and you won’t be coming for a week.

” She meets my eyes, and they’re fucking sparkling with intrigue as she slides her hand between her legs again.

Ignoring her attempts for attention, I don’t give in—my good boy should be my focus. “Where do you want to come, baby?”