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“I can barely see the scar,” she said. Then she ran her hand over it. “Does it still hurt?”

“No. Not at all.”

Roz was impressed. “That’s some great stitch work right there,” she had to admit. “Beauty with brains. Who knew?”

“I knew,” said Mick defiantly.

But Roz looked at him. “Stop keeping secrets from me, Mick. Can you at least promise to do that?”

“You’re asking me to tell you everything that goes on in my life?”

“Yes! That’s not too much to ask.”

“Like hell it’s not! I don’t just run a business empire and you know it. And I can’t shut down my syndicate ever. And you expect me to keep you in the loop about that? That’s not going to happen.”

“You could shut it all down if you wanted to,” Roz said.

“I could, yes, I could. And my enemies will unleash damnation on this family that’ll take me twenty years to recover from. If we ever recover. And you expect me to keep you in the loop on that?” He shook his head. “No way. Like hell I will.”

Roz was offended. “Why did I marry your ass?” she asked with regret in her eyes. “Why didn’t I listen to my friends and marry Ike the bookkeeper or Billy the barber?”

Mick smiled. “What your ass gonna do with a bookkeeper and a barber? Not your freaky ass,” he said, which made her smile too.

Then she glanced down at his thick penis, which was expanding before her very eyes. Then she looked into his eyes. “I must still be drunk,” she said.

Mick was staring at her mouth. That mouth he wanted to consume. “Why would you say that?”

“Because your sleepy-eye, cleft-chin ass looks real good to me right about now.”

He laughed. Roz was the only person on earth that could crack him up. But as soon as he looked at her again, his look changed. He knew he had to have her.

He centered her back on top of his body again, wrapped his arms around her, and then kissed her with a kiss that she’d been craving to have the entire two weeks he’d been away.

They moved their faces from side to side as he kissed her deeper and harder. Roz tasted a little like wine to him, but a lot like that sweetness he craved whenever he was away from her too. He’d never had a woman that gave him that kind of feeling. It felt like bacon cooking in the morning, and the crackling and popping sounds inside the fireplace, and the soulful sound of Luther on the stereo. It felt like home.Shefelt like home. And he was happy to be back where he belonged.

While they were kissing, Roz didn’t realize he had removed every stitch of clothing on her lower body, and was lifting her blouse and bra over her head even as she realized it.

For Mick, seeing her in all of her nakedness again made his erection so hard that it felt like it would explode if he didn’t enter her. He conquered her breasts for a long time, and then he entered her.

And then they fell into a slow-motion lovemaking that kept them on the edge of cum for nearly half an hour. It waslike a tender, slow drag as they both moaned and groaned to the effects of that elevated feeling. And when they finally went over the edge and came, Mick slammed up inside of her with a hard slam, and lifted his upper body off the bed. He held onto her tightly as he poured into her.

Roz was holding on, too, as her entire being was feeling that forceful propulsion that turned slow-motion lovemaking into a pounding. It was how they rolled and they were rolling with the orgasm of a hard love.

Mick especially was going so hard that he couldn’t stop pounding into her as he was pouring into her. It took several minutes of rolling orgasms before they were both able to come back down from that mountain they had gotten themselves up on. It was a hard exhale.

When Roz lifted her head and looked into his face. She smiled when she saw his handsome face. “Wow,” she said to him.

He smiled, too, as he removed her hair from covering one of her eyes. “Happy birthday,” he said to her. “Hope you enjoyed your present.”

Roz nearly sat all the way up. “What present? Where is it?” Then she realized what he meant. And it kind of hurt her to her core that he was going to use sex as his gift to her. Like his ass didn’t enjoy it too.

But she was tired of arguing with him. She was just tired. She got up, forcing his penis out of her, and began putting on her clothes.

“Coming downstairs?” she asked him as she stumbled slightly putting back on her panties.

“I doubt it.” He was sincerely exhausted. And now, even more so.

But he could see the disappointment in her eyes as she dressed.