Page 175 of Duty and Desire
Lottie pushed up and shoved her face in the other side of his neck.
There was a beat of hesitation before, sounding like she was smiling, his mom said, “Well then, Mo, I can’t wait to meet her. Tell her it won’t be formal. Just a family dinner.”
His mother knew Mag would be a tough nut to crack.
And he was when it came to one of his buds.
Lottie had done it in about five minutes.
But Mo would not tell his girl anything like what his mother told him to say.
She was probably already walking to the hutch to pull out the china.
“I will,” he lied.
“Glad you called, honey.”
“Yeah, Ma. Love you and talk to you later.”
“Love you too, baby boy.”
He grinned, disconnected and tossed his phone to the nightstand so he could wrap both arms around his girl.
“Well, you didn’t fuck around with that,” she said into his neck.
“Nope.”
“How nervous should I be?”
“She’s gonna love you.”
“How nervous should I be, Mo?”
He gave her a squeeze which got him what he wanted. She lifted her head and looked down at him.
“She’s gonna love you, baby,” he said gently.
She studied his face. She did it hard.
When she saw what she needed, she dipped in and kissed him.
Mo rolled her and kissed her back.
They necked for a while.
When they were done, they got up, got dressed and left the room they’d been in for five hours.
There was good soundproofing in his place. They’d heard Mag come in, but that was it. What they didn’t hear was that Mag came back with Boone.
So over Chinese delivery, Lottie got Boone’s version of Test the New Woman.
Mo figured, with Boone, she passed after she successfully shotgunned a beer.
It wasn’t that Boone had lower standards than Mag when it came to Mo.
It was that Lottie was Lottie.
CHAPTER 13
