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She moaned as she drew him in again. He tasted
salty and earthy. Like Caleb. He was hers. All hers. His cock twitched, and his
grip tightened in her hair.

“Baby, you need to stop. I’m serious. I can’t—”
His hips jerked. “Control, if—”

With her middle finger, she gently stroked his
perineum. The result was instantaneous, as his control snapped. With a firm
grip, he held her head in place and worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She
continued to swirl her tongue, and his gasps and moans pierced the silence,
making her hot and slick with need.

She released his balls and let her hand trail down
her body pausing between her legs. She widened her legs allowing better access.
She grabbed up the fabric of her dress, exposing the flesh of her thighs to the
cooler air. Goose bumps appeared on her skin as her fingers trailed to her
satin covered slick center. Gently, with her middle finger, she grazed the
tight bundle of nerves with her finger and moaned as the shot of ecstasy spread
through her body.

“Jesus, Micha, I want to be the one who makes you
come.” His body stilled, and he dragged in sharp ragged breaths. “Can I make
you come? Can I touch you?”

Micha released his stiff erection and shook her
head slowly. “This is for you.” She teased him again with a flick of her tongue
before sucking him back into her mouth.

His release hit immediately. “Oh, shit, My— Fuck—”

With a satisfied smirk, she licked him clean. She
didn’t stop the soft strokes that kept him on the edge of bliss.

With shaky hands, he dragged her up his body and
kissed her. He devoured her mouth, not like a man who had just had an orgasm,
but like one who wanted to have another. “You are a very naughty little witch,
you know that?”

She smiled. “Thank you. I try.”

“You’re going to kill me.” When he stroked a thumb
over her bottom lip, his cock twitched against her body.

Oh wow, ready so soon?
“At
least you’ll have fun on the way to meet your maker.”

He met her gaze with a blatant, sexual challenge reflecting
in his eyes. “Well, I have something fun for you.”

“Yeah, I can feel that.”

With rough hands, he yanked up the fabric of her
dress. “I don’t have any condoms, so I’m going to taste you for now.”

She shook her head. “No. I want you. I’m on the
pill.”

He kissed her again, his tongue sliding against
hers, sucking on hers. Drawing it into his mouth. Gently, he turned her around.
As his body melded against hers and his cock nudged her backside, he whispered
into her ear, “Brace your hands against the hood of the car.”

She shivered as she did what she was told. Caleb
reached under her skirt and hooked his fingers into her panties. As he yanked
them down to her knees, he whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful. And hot.”

Micha bit her bottom lip. The things he could make
her feel, the things he could make her want. It scared her, it excited her. “Don’t
forget naughty.”

He heard his sharp intake of breath behind her. “Is
that what you want, My? You want another spanking?”

Did she?
Her body immediately
softened. “I—”

The light smack on her ass had her shuddering. Her
body slickened even more, and she rocked her hips. She was so desperate to
come, so close already, if he would just—

He spanked her again.

“Fuck, Caleb, please,” she hissed.

“I thought you weren’t into BDSM?” he asked,
sounding a little bemused. “I didn’t think you could get any wetter.”

“I’m not, I need you to touch me. I don’t care
how.”

He leaned over her body. “It’s okay, baby, I have
what you need.” He aligned his cock to her cleft. “Are you sure about this,
sweetheart? I’m what you want?”

She writhed. “Yes. God. Fuck me. Yes.”

Caleb sank into her to the hilt, and she dropped
her forehead to the car’s hood. God, he felt so good. Exactly what she needed. But
she needed him to…move.

Caleb slid in and out in a steady rhythm. His
hands reached under her and stroked her breasts through the fabric of her
dress. His thumbs circled her nipples, and she whispered his name.

As he entered and retreated, he whispered nonsense
words in her ear, and all the while, his cock worked her G-spot. The tingling
in her toes spread slowly throughout her body, threatening to consume her and
render her unable to think.  

“Micha, you feel so good. I love being inside you.
I could stay like this all day.”

Her orgasm teased her, a hair out of reach,
taunting her with every slide of his dick against the raised bundle of nerves.
“Caleb, please, I need—”

As he increased his pace, he said the one thing
that had the power to send her over the edge. “You can let go, baby. I’m here
to catch you. I love you...I love you...I love you...”

Her release slammed into her with enough force to
leave her shaking as it rolled through her body. As her core clenched and
unclenched around him, he thrust into her twice more before roaring and
following her into oblivion.

“Hey, where are we going?” Micha sat up in the
passenger seat as Caleb took the 110 toward Santa Monica instead of the 5
toward San Diego.

“I wanted to make a stop first. Or were you in a
hurry to get back?”

She smirked and crossed her arms. “Considering we
took the time to, erm, communicate more clearly, I’m in no hurry to get back. As
long as I’m back in a couple of days for the wedding.”

That was good news. He didn’t know how long this
errand would take. For three days he’d debated telling her that he’d found her
birth mother. He had no qualms about hacking the adoption records. Yeah, they
were there to protect people who weren’t ready to have their identities
revealed, but he could give a shit about that. If it would make her smile or
give her a measure of peace, he’d break all kinds of laws.

Man, he had it bad. It didn’t escape him that she
still hadn’t said she loved him. But he didn’t care. She needed time, and what
he’d said was true. He wasn’t going anywhere. He had a feeling he’d be telling
her that for a long time to come, but it didn’t matter. She was giving him a
shot and that was all he gave a shit about.

“We have to make a quick stop, then we’ll head
back. Unless you want to stay overnight.” He winked at her.

Micha shook her head and laughed, her ringlets
falling around her shoulders. “You’re a machine. I swear, that second one
should have put you on your ass. How are you still awake, let alone
functioning?”

“Baby, I think you underestimate how sexy you are.
You could literally raise the dead.”

“Or you’re some kind of sexual superhero.”

“I’ll take that.” He pulled off the freeway onto
the exit for Silverlake. Following the GPS directions, he navigated to a tidy
craftsman house off the main drag of shops and cafes.

She frowned briefly. “What, you came all the way
to Silverlake to get a coffee? I mean Arabica does have some of the best coffee
in Los Angeles, but it’s not good enough to brave L.A. traffic for.”

He wasn’t sure how she was going to take it. Maybe
she’d be pissed that he’d butted in. Maybe she’d be happy. There was no way of
telling with her. He’d invaded her privacy, yes. But he’d done it to give her
something she wanted. He parked the car and reached into the back seat for the
file he’d brought along.

Pointing at the craftsman and the thin, black
woman pulling up weeds in the garden, he said, “That is Helen Anderson. Thirty
years ago, she gave birth to a baby girl. She and her fiancé kept the baby for
six months. Then she lost her job as a seamstress, and her fiancé died in a car
accident. Her mother had died when she was nineteen, and she had no family. She
put her baby girl up for adoption.”

Micha’s hands shook as she stared at the woman. “H-how?”

Caleb cleared his throat. “Esteban is a hacking
whiz and excels at research. He dug up the information, then we started asking
questions.”

Eyes brimming with tears, she asked, “Why did you
do this?”

He considered telling her he loved her again, but
kept that to himself. “You seemed so frustrated and sad. I wanted to help.”

She gave him a sad smile before turning her
attention back to the woman in the yard. “Still trying to make me smile,
Atkins?”

“Something like that.”

She swiped at a tear sliding down her cheek. “D-d-does
she have other children?”

She shook his head. “No. She never married either.”

Micha dragged in shaky breaths before asking her
next question. “Does the file say why she didn’t want to meet me?”

“I’m sorry, no.” He put a hand on her knee and
stroked it with his thumb. “But if I had to guess, I’d say it’s too painful. She
kept you for six months. She only gave you up because she couldn’t take care of
you. You were wanted.”

The tears came swift and hard and wracked her
body. Caleb unbuckled both their seatbelts and dragged her to him. He held her
for over an hour, stroking her back and kissing her head as she sobbed.  Finally,
she dragged herself away and smoothed her hands over her hair. “I’d like to go
home now.”

What?
“Baby, are you
sure?”

Micha blinked rapidly. “My family is back in San Diego.”

As Caleb drove back to San Diego, he and Micha sat
mostly in silence but stayed physically connected in some way. Either they held
hands and kept their fingers intertwined or Micha had a hand on his thigh. A
touch that nearly ran them off-road on more than one exit.  He was more than a
little distracted as he stroked his thumb over the petal-soft skin on the back
of her hand. But he didn’t care.

He wasn’t an idiot. His top priority was still her
safety, but he’d texted his guys before they left Jax’s, so they were
surrounded by his men. She was as safe as she could be with him. Things would
get a little more complicated once they returned to their real lives, but he
wanted to enjoy her for as long as he could, before she started to have second
thoughts. He’d meant what he told her though—he didn’t need her to say she
loved him. He knew how she felt. She had to get around to it in her own time. He
wasn’t looking forward to having her struggle for her new feelings. She’d go back
and forth and fight him a little more before all was said and done.

As they drove by the Carlsbad exits, he finally
asked, “So where are we going exactly? The hotel? My place or yours?” Then to
be clear he added, “Wherever it is, we’ll be going together.”

She gave him a brilliant smile, her eyes dancing. For
a brief moment, he was stunned by the beauty of the unguarded smile. Jesus. Good
thing she didn’t offer many of those up. He’d lose all use of his brain if she
did.

“Let’s go to my place. The Westhorpe is nice and
beautiful, but it still feels like I’m on borrowed holiday time or something. Doesn’t
feel like mine.”

“Fine, that means back home. I’ll send someone to
pack up your stuff. Question is, yours or mine?”

Her brilliant smile dimmed a little. “If you don’t
mind, mine. I’m still not entirely ready to be back at yours yet.”

“Micha—”

She held up a hand. “No, it’s not that. I know she
was trying to get under my skin. She just stumbled onto my hot button, and I
fell for it. But I still don’t like picturing her in your house. I feel like we
need to have a séance or something to rid the place of bad juju or something.”

He barked out a laugh. “You’re serious?”

She shrugged. “Only a little. But if we tell the
girls, Jaya will have one planned for tonight, and Ricca will start calling
some auntie or cousin who knows someone who has a sister, whose cousin is way
into voodoo or whose husband is a witch doctor, or something.”

“Ah, speaking of the little spitfires, you’ll want
to text them before we get into downtown and let them know your plans. I don’t
plan on Ricca coming after me with a gun next time.”

Micha giggled. “Did she actually threaten you with
bodily harm?”

“Yes.” He sniffed. “She was pretty convincing too
when she threatened to blow my nuts off while I was sleeping if I even had the
fleeting thought of hurting you again.”

Micha’s smile was soft. “That’s my Ricca.”

Caleb chuckled. “No, that sounds more like you.”

 She shook her head. “Nope. I’m the hothead. I’ll
pretty much fly off the handle at a moment’s notice. Not that you’ve noticed.”

“No. Of course not.” he said wryly.

“But Ricca—she’ll go after you, and she’s not
playing. Her angry is not something funny to see. She’s small but vindictive.”

“Yeah, I gathered that. ET phone home.”

Micha pulled out her phone. “Yeah, I hear you.”

“And do me a favor and let them know that no one
has to plan my execution. Because we’re going to be together for the
foreseeable future.”

A look of panic flitted over her face, but then it
smoothed as she took a deep breath and her shoulders relaxed. “I think I can
deal with that for now.”

***

As soon as they drove into town, Micha called
Jaya. “So how did your brush with Hollywood go?” Jaya asked.

Micha slid a look at Caleb as he set up her
computer equipment in her living room. He’d already sent someone to the hotel
to get her stuff. He flashed her a quick grin, and her body went on instant
tingle. She smiled back at him.

“It was uneventful for the most part. Simon was
Simon, so a bit of a prick, but it’s over. Now the first segment is done, we
have to get the editing department to go through it, then it’s on to my next
assignment. Enough about me. How are you feeling? You ready for the big day?”

“Don’t you go deflecting. Yes, I’m ready to marry
Alec.”

“Good,” Micha said. “But there’s no shame if you
want to
Sex and the City
it and take me and Micha on
your honeymoon instead.”