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“No. I wasn’t even holding her hard enough to bruise. Plus, I can say I was detaining her, given her involvement in your kidnapping.”
“Good. I’m going to push for the prosecutor to charge her with everything they possibly can.”
“And I’ll bet she pleads guilty instead of going to court. There’s too much evidence, and she’ll likely get a deal if she does.”
“As long as she does jail time, I don’t care.”
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“I love you, Michael. Thanks for always being my hero.” Addie’s weary smile makes my chest ache.
“I love you too, Trouble. I’m so proud of how strong you were in there.”
“Take me home?”
“Gladly.”
Chapter 45
Addie
Iwake slowly.
Cocooned in warmth, I don’t want to open my eyes. I’m comfortable against Michael’s chest, and the second I move, reality will come crashing in.
I don’t want to think about all the things that happened last night. I wish pretending like it didn’t happen was a solid option. I could move forward with my life without needing to talk about the effect it will absolutely have on my mental health.
Michael’s hand roams my bare skin, pushing those thoughts away for just a bit longer. I didn’t want a single thing between us after we got home. Every touch of that other man’s hands needed to be erased from my skin. Despite the boiling shower I took, the memory still hovers in the back of my mind. I want it gone.
The thought spurs me forward.
I sit up and roll over onto Michael’s chest. Pushing my luck, I slide down to press a kiss to his hip bone before moving closer to his rapidly filling cock.
“Adalaide?” Michael’s dark gaze silently asks what I’m doing.
“I need to replace every bad memory with a new one. Please let me have this.” I don’t wait for his permission. Instead, I lick the underside of his dick from base to tip. He sucks in a breath as his abs flex.
I take him into my mouth, flicking my tongue against all the places that make him crazy. Then I dive down, taking him as far into my throat as I can. I jack him off while simultaneously putting my all into this blow job.
He’s letting me control this for now, knowing I need to be the one in charge, but I have no illusion it will last. I don’t want it to, but I appreciate the effort he’s putting in to give me this for as long as he can.
I manage to go for several more minutes before he’s spearing his hand into my wild curls and pulling me off.
He guides me to straddle his lap while holding his dick for me. I line him up and sink down slowly. It takes several pumps before my ass lands on his hips.
“So beautiful,” Michael breathes with reverence. His hands glide up my sides to cup my breasts. When he pinches my nipples between his fingers, my hips stutter. The movement grinds my clit into his pelvis, and I abandon all thoughts of trying to seduce him. Instead, I focus on my pleasure, using him to chase my orgasm first.
“That’s it, Trouble. Use me. Take what you need.” He drops one hand down to my hip and helps me move my body in the exact way I need. It’s hard to focus on the movements when the pleasure is so overwhelming.
My eyes blink open to stare down at Michael. Somehow, he reads me and knows what I need without me having to ask.
He smiles at me—a look that seems to come easy for him now—before flipping me onto my back. Heangles his hips so that every thrust into me rubs against my G-spot, proving he’s still solely focused on my pleasure instead of his own.
I reach for him without touching, telling him I want him closer. He slides his arm under me to grip the back of my neck while the other hand laces through my fingers above my head—not to restrain me, just to connect.
With each thrust, he rubs against my clit until I’m coming hard around him. The squeeze of my inner muscles sends him over the edge with a groan, and we both end up panting.
Michael rolls us to our sides, pulling me into his chest while we try to catch our breath.
