Mick gave Roz a chilling look. “Don’t play with me, woman. I said you’re not going and that’s final.”
“But why not, Mick?”
Mick was angry now. “Because you’re my wife and I’m not risking that!”
Even Roz knew it wasn’t easy for Mick to admit he would be scared for her. She stared at him.
“You either go with a driver and a full security detail,” he continued, “or you aren’t going.”
“I’m not having your goons following me to something I want to do for myself.”
“Then your ass is not going. And that’s final!” he said firmly. Which everybody in the entire family knew that final for Mick meant final.
Roz was seething, but she knew it meant final too. That was why she went into their ensuite bathroom, slammed the door, and then called to tell Nikki she couldn’t make it. She didn’t tell Nikki why, but Nikki immediately said that four-letter word named Mick. Roz didn’t respond, but her silence said it all. Then she ended the call and took a long hot shower.
When she returned to the bedroom naked, her phone began ringing before she could make it to her lingerie drawer to put on her nightgown. But when she went to the night stand and looked at the Caller ID and saw that it was the actress that had been fired, she ignored the call.
She turned to head to her lingerie drawer when Mick grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to his side. When he saw the anguish on her face, he tossed his phone onto the nightstand too, pulled his covers back, and lifted her up and on top of his naked body. Then he covered them both.
Roz stared at him. His one sleepy eye was drooped especially low. Which meant he was in some form of distress himself. As if he didn’t have enough on his plate running an international corporationandactively involved with his syndicate although he didn’t have to be so involved. But he held himself ultimately responsible for all of it. She hated that shemight have been adding to those responsibilities by trying to do something she knew would worry him. Which gave her some sense of guilt.
But she’d rather not go to Essence than to go under heavy guard. That was too intrusive for her. She laid her head on his chest.
But as she laid there, and as he rubbed her hair and soothed her, she knew she was soothing him too. Because his hand made its way inside her panties. Because she could feel his slowly-expanding erection beneath her. He needed relief even more than she did.
He lifted up her chin as he rubbed her ass, and looked into her eyes with a look of love she understood. Because that look was usually the closest toI love youhe was ever going to get.
But Roz never gave a damn about words anyway. Men always told her what she wanted to hear. Mick never did. But in his actions she knew he loved her. And loved her deeply.
But she was nobody’s fool. She knew he was deeply conflicted too. He had so much shit on his plate and so many women wanting what he had to give that it was never easy being Mick. There were always minefields waiting for him.
But what Mick felt made Roz stand apart was that she always trusted him to navigate those minefields and still manage to do the right thing. Other women accepted that he would never do the right thing, anyway, and that was fine by them. Just as long as they belonged to him. But it was never fine by Roz. And Mick respected that.
After continuing to stare into her beautiful eyes and rub her tight, smooth butt, he kissed her.
For several minutes they kissed each other with that slow-burning passion that would crescendo into him enteringher. But not with a thrust, which was his usual way, but with a glide.
And then he did her with that slow, sweet, needful love that kept them both on the verge of cumming. And then, when they did cum, they came with small, rolling orgasms that wouldn’t quit. But eventually, Mick needed more.
He eased Roz off of him and laid her on her back, and then he got on top of her. And that was when their slow burn became a frenetic, bedspring-singing pounding. Which was their normal way. Which was how they both elevated their orgasms.
And then Mick poured hard into Roz. He poured all that he had left into her with such deep-down grunts and groans that he took them both off of the edge of that cliff, and all the way over it. They went fast, furious, and hard. Until they were so drained, and so full, that they could hardly move a muscle.
Mick laid on top of her for several more minutes as his penis couldn’t stop throbbing. As if it wanted to go another round with her again. But he didn’t have the juice. And then he finally eased out of her rolled off. He pulled her back on top of him.
And they laid there, attempting to regain their equilibrium again after such a high.
Until Mick, too exhausted to even speak, fell asleep. Which Roz was pleased to see. She could tell he was truly spent.
It remained peaceful, and Roz fell asleep herself, until early that next morning when Mick’s phone began ringing with a ring that changed everything.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mick was still asleep when Roz woke up, grabbed his ringing phone from off of the nightstand, and looked at the Caller ID. And then she answered the call. “Hello?” She was still sleepy and her voice was heavy.
There was a slight hesitation on the other end, and then a woman’s voice spoke up. “Who this?”
“Who are you?”
