Page 50 of Honorable Sins

Chapter thirteen

Overdue Good News

KARA

The phone lands face down on the coffee table after I end the call with Allison Shaughnessy.

Talking to the wife of the disgraced mobster was not on my to-do list for date night. Fitz is spending some one-on-one time with Brice. Rory is running herd on Cormac and the twins are playing with Connor's daughter under his and his wife's watchful eyes.

Each of them has a four-person security detail with them as well, even Fitz.

"Come here." Mick maneuvers my body so my legs are draped over his lap where he sits beside me on the sofa. "That sounded productive."

"Define productive." I groan as he starts to knead the arch of my foot.

My husband has magic hands. Infinitely lethal and capable of giving pleasure with just as much skill.

"Anything that gets your clothes off while the chizzlers are occupied elsewhere."

"So, not that phone call." I relax back against the arm of the couch, reveling in the pleasure of his kneading fingers. "I thought we were eating out tonight."

"We can push our reservations back an hour."

"Once you get me naked, I'm not going anywhere and you know it." My husband of thirteen years does not do quickies.

He wrecks me. Every single time we make love.

One brow arched, he asks, "Is that a bad thing?"

"You know it's not." I sigh out stress I didn't know I was holding. "I'll make you a deal. Order us something we can eat in bed together afterward and I'll happily get naked."

Mick's eyes darken with lust. "Or during."

My core clenches and my clit throbs in trained response to my husband in this mood.

"Or during," I agree.

He lets go of my foot to grab his phone.

I make a sound of protest. "Never mine ordering. I'll do it. You keep doing what you're doing."

His smirk tells me he maybe planned that all along.

Shaking my head, I send a text to the guard at the gate to order from one of my favorite restaurants that does fondue with items cut perfectly to use our fingers for dipping. We have the gate guards make food orders for pickup as an added level of security.

"Allison wants to meet with me and Áine." I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the woman's thought process. "Apparently, we're supposed to talk some sense into you and Wraith."

A sexy laugh rumbles out of Mick. "If you haven't managed that in all these years, it's not going to happen now, is it?"

"You don't need sense talked into you," I say more fiercely than I mean to. But no one gets to criticize my husband, even obliquely. "You're perfect just the way you are."

"For you," he says with deep satisfaction. "What's the plan?"

"I'll ask Áine to join us here for tea."

"You want to interrogate Allison."

He knows me well.