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The pace is at a frantic pitch now. His hips bucking wildly into me. His fingertips claw into my hips as he pounds himself into my body, colliding against my clit with every delicious thrust. It’s as if we’re striking two branches together, waiting for the spark to ignite. Once, twice, three more times, I feel his hard cock slam into me. Then, with the next stab of his hard shaft into my quivering body, I feel the orgasm detonate.

“Micky!” My fingers clutch his skin as the tremors take over my body, and I ride the wave of ecstasy to its completion.

“Fuck, fuck.” The pounding is now ferocious. “Fuckkk,” he shouts above me, groaning out his release. I feel him bite into my shoulder as his body shakes, joining mine in aftershock after aftershock. The only sounds left are heavy exhales.

“Av.” He pants out after a long moment of silence.

“Yeah,” I respond, trying to regain control of my bodily functions.

“I have to tell you something,” he utters, sounding concerned.

“Okay,” I answer warily.

“When I dream about you. I call you Elsa.” He buries his face in my hair and chuckles. “That’s why I snorted earlier when you called me the iceman.” Turning in my direction, his face appears to become a shade of pink I’m not used to seeing on a man. “I wanted to warn you in case I blurt it out by mistake.”

Suddenly, I can’t contain the hilarity of this situation. I’m shaking for an entirely different reason now, clutching my sides from fits of hysterical laughter.

Sitting upright, he looks at me, seemingly embarrassed. “What? Okay, it’s not that funny.”

“Mick.” I try to stop cackling to finish my sentence. “You told me to let it go.” I start giggling again. “You said, ‘Let it Go, Let it Go,’ to be specific.” I’m laughing so hard I’m crying now. “The only thing better would’ve been if you’d started singing it.”

“Oh. My. God. Now there’s some dirty talk. That’s what I get for having a sister eleven years younger. I blurt out lines fromFrozenduring sex.” He throws his head back, joining me in uproarious guffaws. “Admit it. Olaf makes you hot.” He continues to laugh between words. “You like his dirty talk,” he teases. “Grab my butt,” he says in an animated tone.

“Oh my god. That’s what that was from?”

“What?”

“Your crazy texts. You told me to grab your butt, and that shoe size didn’t matter to Anna.”

Mick begins to hoot again before he clutches me to him. “Yep, I can do a girl’s hair and quote sexy lines from a children’s movie. I don’t know how I’m still single.”

We eventually settle down, giving in to sleep. My last thought before drifting off…Please, God. Let me have the fairy tale ending with this man and not the frigid nightmare.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Ava

We return home the following day, making quick time of the trip back to Hanover, despite a late start. Once the sun had broken through the drapes causing us to stir, Mick advised he wanted to get an early move on our journey to beat the traffic. He placed a breakfast order with room service for us while I showered and tried to keep my routine quick.

However, the plan for a quick getaway was unexpectedly derailed once I emerged from the bath, wrapped in a towel, looking for my T-shirt and panties. I may or may not have bent over in front of him a little longer than necessary while looking for my missing garments, and was gratified when Mick pounced on me. In my defense, I tried to remind him of our need to hit the road. But was thrilled when instead he gave in to temptation. Thank god there was another condom in his wallet. He assured me the delay was worth it, but I could tell he was anxious about the time as he continued to glance at the clock the entire trip home.

As we pull into the medical office park to retrieve my car, I feel the dread building. It’s been the most amazing date of my life, and I hate seeing it come to an end. I know it’s part of the newness of a relationship to want to spend more time with him, but I hate saying goodbye. Between laughing, sharing stories, and singing off-key to random songs on the radio… well, we got back to my car a little too quickly, if you ask me.

“I had an incredible time with you,” he says, running the back of his hand along my cheek.

“I did too, Mick. Thank you for everything.”

“I’ll call you later,” he adds with a chaste kiss. I wish it were more like the ones in the hotel room, but he seems to be in a hurry to go. He pulls me in for another hug before turning back to his car. Getting in, he drives off without a look back. Hmm. I haven’t even opened my car door yet. This seems so unlike his usual behavior. My heart starts to squeeze, pangs of paranoia trying to take hold of the pleasant thoughts of the last day. Alarm bells are sounding in my head tobeware of another who’s going to cut and run. I’m sure I’m just fearful. There’s no reason to be negative. I just had the best date ever.

Driving home, I look down at the baseball T-shirt Mick bought for me and can’t help but smile at everything that transpired since getting in his car yesterday. It was an incredible evening with an incredible man. Not to mention the best sex I’ve ever had. Clutching the shirt to my chest, I just have to pray this guy will be different.

After another shower and finally finding some clean clothes, I set about my weekend list of chores to keep my mind busy. I know if I allow myself to go there, I’ll start getting anxious about this new relationship instead of enjoying it. It’s simply a habit, getting used to the letdown. But I want this to be different, so I need a different mindset. I’m thinking positive for a change. I deserve a man like Michael.

After doing a few loads of laundry and cleaning the kitchen and bath, I’m finding I’m becoming restless. I haven’t visited my mother in a while, so decide that might be the best plan for the day. I’ll get my groceries for the week after checking on her.

“Mom, you here?” I call out, hoping she isn’t in bed. Her migraines have improved over the years with the use of multiple preventative medications, a few lifestyle modifications, and a new neurologist. She still has a lot of tough days and hasn’t tried very hard to join a social circle, but it’s better than I recall growing up.

“Ava, I thought I heard you. I was in the guest room packing up some old books to take to Goodwill.”

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