Page 37 of The Devil Goes to Washington

“Option one. You can keep the current arrangement but add some benefits of the intimate kind.” He ran a finger up her thigh, stopping at the fabric of her dress.

“Not an unbearable idea, but I’d like to hear the other choices.” Evelyn placed her hand on his knee.

“Option two, the only other one. We burn the prenup and you keep the rings.”

“But...how would that work? I need the income for Micah’s surgery.” She reeled back. He decided he needed to be more direct to help ease her anxiety.

“Funding comes into a later part of our program. At the moment we are discussing transforming this arrangement into a true partnership of marriage.” He held her hand to his chest.

“Michael, are you asking me...”

“I thought it was obvious. From the day you walked into that meeting, I realized there has never been anyone else for me. My mother’s rings were always meant for you.” He opened her hand and placed the rings back on her finger.

“Are you sure about this? Heath isn’t going to let you get rid of the prenup.” She asked, admiring the gleam of the gems.

“I fired him. You don’t ever have to worry about him or anyone else terrorizing you. If anyone does, they’ll feel my wrath. I want to spend the rest of our lives loving you. The question is if you want the same thing.”

“Michael, I’ve always wanted that, but I’m still afraid you’re going to change your mind.” She clutched his leg in emphasis.

“I am too, Evie, but life was shit without you. So if you love me, I’ll do everything in my power to allay your fears.”

“Ok.”

“Say it,” he pleaded.

Climbing across him, she straddled his legs and held his face in her hands.“Michael, I love you and I want us to be truly married.”

“Yes!” She crushed her mouth over his, whether in excitement or to keep him from waking Micah, he didn’t care.

He slid his hands up her legs, pushing her dress up higher until his hands curved around her well-defined, uncovered ass. She leaned back, grinning at his discovery, and removed her sweater. Her shoulders were bare as the thin straps fell to the sides. Her breasts pressed at the front of her dress, exposing her ample cleavage.

He flicked one of the small buttons straining at the fabric open and then another. He licked up the cleft, digging his fingers into her backside. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she ground against his erection through his pants.

“Ahem. Mr. Harding, we’ve arrived.” Stevenson’s voice came over the car intercom. Evelyn flew back to her seat, buttoning her dress.

“Micah, buddy. We’re here.” He picked the sleeping child up and carried him into the house, Evelyn following closely behind.

“Shall I take Micah to his room, sir?” Banner asked, opening the front door.

“That would be outstanding.” Michael eased the boy into Banner’s arms. “If you need us, we’ll be in the west wing.” He picked Evelyn up, tossed her over his shoulder, and skipped to the stairs.

“Don’t need us,” she stage-whispered to Banner.

Michael proceeded to climb the stairs two at a time. Arriving in his room, he threw her on the bed and locked the door.

She scrambled to her knees and started reaching for his belt. He dragged her dress over her head and then removed his shirt.

“God bless thongs,” he stated, seeing that she wasn’t completely naked under the dress.

She smiled, sliding her fingers under the elastic of his underwear and pushing them to the floor with his pants. She leaned back, admiring his body. He was happy to let her do so as long as he got to touch and taste her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her down on the bed. He moaned at the feel of her soft, naked flesh against him, her squeezing his ass. She rolled them over and slid down his body, eliciting a gasp from him as her lips closed around the tip of his cock.

“It occurs to me that we still have the “get out of debt” portion of our game to co- oh, that’s so good,” he stated trying to distract himself from the thorough licking of his shaft. “Ok, I said we’d talk about finances.”

“Mhmm,” her mouth on his sac, she sucked on one of his balls and then the other.

“Now that we have the marriage question finished, tell me... do you want more children?”

“Haven’t really thought about it.” She swirled her tongue around his tip before he grabbed her hair and pulled her off him.