Roz was not accustomed to this. Sometimes Mick treated her like the independent woman she viewed herself as, but then he’d reverse and treat her like some kid he had to constantly look out for. It was as contradictory as Mick was.
But Deuce McCurry told her she was looking at it the wrong way. Maybe it was because Mick knew about threats that not only she didn’t know about, but wouldn’t understand. “He’s not babying you to baby you,” Deuce had said. “He’s protecting you. He told me that’s his number one job now.”
Roz remembered appreciating what Deuce had said, but she still wasn’t sure if Mick sometimes protected her, or overprotected her.
He was seated on his office couch, talking with a woman who was seated in the chair flanking him, when his manager opened the door for Roz. She thanked him, and Mick waved at him from where he sat. The manager waved back, thrilled, Roz could tell, that he had done his job according to Mick’s orders.
After he left, Roz walked toward the couch. She could tell Mick was a little pissed with her because he didn’t get up and welcome her back home with open arms. He agreed to let her stay in New York to finish her teaching gig, and she’d been doing just that these past three weeks. Although he was busy as hell, and although she was the one who wanted to complete the term, he was the one who did the lion’s share of visiting. He managed to visit her two, sometimes three times per week since she’d been gone, but that didn’t mean he liked the idea. He even told her, during his last visit earlier in the week, that he wasn’t going to rest until the semester was over, and she was back in Philly where she belonged. But something else, she could tell, was bothering him today.
“Hey,” he said, as she leaned down toward him. Her plan was to give him a peck of a kiss and sit beside him, since he appeared to be in the middle of a meeting, but Mick opened his legs and pulled her onto his lap. He also gave her a considerably longer kiss than a peck. Then he introduced her.
“Flo, this is Rosalind Graham. My lady.”
Flo smiled. “Hello, Rosalind,” she said, and extended her hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Roz responded, as they shook hands.
“Flo and her husband used to work for me. She owns her own company now.”
“A company I can really use his expertise in.”
“She’s also Shane’s mother.”
Shane, Roz remembered, was the small boy Mick looked out for. “Oh, how nice,” Roz said. “I hear you have an excellent young son.”
“Oh, I do. And thank you for saying so. Mick has been a great source of help and strength too, after my husband died.”
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Roz looked from Flo to Mick.
“No, you’re fine,” Flo said, as she stood up. “He promised me ten minutes. I’ve already chewed up thirty.” She grabbed her big purse as she stood. “Call me, Mick, if you change your mind,” she said. “And I hope to see you again, Rosalind.”
“You too,” Roz said with a smile.
When she left, Roz looked at Mick. “Change your mind about what?”
“A partnership. Investing in her business.”
“Everybody needs you,” Roz said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “But I need you more. I missed you terribly, Michello.”
He kissed her again, and kept his hand around her waist. “Did you have a pleasant trip?”
“I did.”
Mick continued to look at her.
She smiled. “What is it?”
“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“Oh that! Yes, well, I thought I’d surprise you for a change. You always pop up without telling me, and I love that feeling of being surprised. I thought I’d return the favor.”
But Mick didn’t see it that way. “My lady driving six hours, and driving those hours alone, isn’t a surprise I want. Especially when I’m thinking she’s in New York teaching her class.”
“I was in New York teaching my class. But only a couple students showed up, and they weren’t feeling it either, so I dismissed class early. I gave them the rest of the day off.”
“You gave Deuce the entire weekend off.”
Roz hesitated. What didn’t this man know about her life? “I did that too, yes,” she said.
Mick continued to stare at her. She was right. He was royally pissed. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said to him. “All I did was drive down to see my boyfriend. What’s the big deal?” Then she smiled. “It’s not as if you didn’t know my every single solitary move anyway.”
Mick couldn’t help but smile too. “How would you know what I know?”
“Oh, I know,” Roz said. “I don’t see your little spies, but I’m certain they are everywhere I go.”
Then she smiled. “I also know, if you didn’t want me to make that drive, you would have phoned me personally and told me to turn my ass around now.”
Mick laughed.
“Am I right?”
“You’re wrong.”
Roz was surprised to hear him say that. “How so?”
“As soon as my men would have told me that you were renting that car to make your journey, I would have phoned and told you to take it back.”
Roz smiled. “Before I even got on the road, right?”
“Right,” Mick said, smiling too. Then he pulled her closer against him. He missed her more than she would ever know. He missed her wonderful scent. He missed her wonderful smile. He missed the fact that she wasn’t in his bed each and every night. He missed her. Sometimes it astounded him just how much.
“At least you saved me a trip,” he said, rubbing her neck.
“You were coming up tonight?”
“Tomorrow,” he said. “But honestly, I don’t think my body could take another trip.”
Roz considered him. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m feeling okay.”
“But still working yourself to death?”
Mick didn’t respond to that.
“And I’m not helping by staying in New York to finish the semester,” Roz added.
But Mick would have none of that. “You’re doing the right thing,” he said. “We only have another month to go. Then you will have fulfilled all of your obligations and will be mine, all mine, for the rest of your life.”
“That’s right,” Roz agreed joyfully, and leaned against him.
And for several minutes more they just sat there. Mick rubbed her hip as he held her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to lock his office door and take her right where they sat. But he didn’t. He knew he’d have her tonight. Besides, something else was on his mind.
He leaned his thick head of hair against her thick head of hair. “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he said.
Roz tried to remember what it was she had said. “And what was that?” she asked.
“You said I need to treat my children better.”
She said it, but she said it months ago. “Okay.”
Mick exhaled. “Up to some company this evening?” he asked her.
Roz hesitated. Her heart began to pound. “What kind of company?”
“I thought I’d invite my children over for dinner.”
Roz looked at him. “Really?”
“We’ve been together for what? Nearly six months now? I think it’s time they meet you.”
Roz felt a sense of awesome happiness, because it would only help solidify Mick’s commitment to her, but she felt an awesome burden too.
“Would you like to meet my children tonight, Rosalind?”
Roz smiled. “Yes, I would. Absolutely. But are you going to be able to get them all together on such short notice?”
“What do you mean? They all live here in Philly.”
Roz was astounded. “Every one of them?”
Mick nodded. “Yes.”
Then why didn’t he introduce them sooner? “I thought they were scattered across the country.”
“They were. But as they all became adults, they decided they
wanted to live where I lived. So they all moved here. They all have different mothers, but they’re very close.”
“You’re the odd one out?”
Mick hated to admit it. “Yes,” he said.
“But yes,” Roz said, “tell them to come over. I would love to meet them tonight. But even though they all live here in Philly, it’s still very short notice, Mick. You’re certain they’ll all show up?”
Mick knew they would. They would love nothing better than to spend time with him. They weren’t the problem. He was. “Yes,” he said. “I’m certain they all will.”
Roz was in a battle with her emotions. On the one hand, she was overjoyed to meet Mick’s children for the first time. That was a positive piece of meat no matter how she sliced it. But she was worried too. And it was a worry that cut to the heart of the matter, and could be devastating if it turned out the way she was hoping it would not. But worrying that it could was her greater emotion. She was sitting in an open bathrobe on the bed, putting lotion on her legs, while Mick was just getting out of the shower. When he stood in the doorway of the master bathroom, drying off his gorgeous body, Roz looked at him, and addressed her concern.
“What if they don’t like me, Mick?”
Mick smiled, and looked at her exposed breasts beneath her robe. The idea that anybody not loving his sweet Rosalind was ludicrous to him. “They will.”
“But you say that so easily. Children don’t generally like their father’s girlfriends. They may view me as a threat.”
Mick looked at her with a perplexed look in his eyes. That word was a loaded word in his world. “A threat?” he asked. “What kind of a threat?”
“A threat to take your attention away from them. A threat to someday become more than a girlfriend to you, and take away their inheritance.”
Mick laughed, and continued to dry off.
“I’m serious, Mick! The love of money is no joke. It changes people. They may want to hire a hit man to knock me off.” Then Roz had an idea. “Maybe you should tell them that if we ever were to get married---”
When she said that word, an almost distressed look appeared on Mick’s face. He stopped drying off and leaned against the bathroom’s doorjamb. Roz felt an immediate need to clarify herself. “I’m not saying we’ll ever get married,” she quickly said. “I’m not advocating for it in any way, shape, or form. I know we’re nowhere near that.”
But it wasn’t about any advocating, or even the fact that she used what Mick called the m-word. It was the fact that Mick knew, if they continued down this path, that one day they would get married. That one day Rosalind Graham would become Rosalind Sinatra, his wife. It was a beautiful thought. It would be a dream come true for Mick.
But it was a sobering thought too. Because as long as she was his girlfriend, all of those ghosts of his past could continue to underestimate his devotion to her. He’d never been devoted to any of his other women before, they could argue, what was different about this one? But once he put a ring on it, he knew that was going to flip the script. She was going to be fair game. They were going to believe that getting Rosalind would be the same, if not better, as getting Mick himself. And that thought, that painful thought, was the distress Roz saw on his face.
But Roz was still dealing with her own haunt: how to curry favor with his kids. How to do everything in her power to ensure she doesn’t further strain an already fractured relationship between a father and his children. “Perhaps you should tell them that should we get married one day, that I’ll sign a pre-nup. That way they’ll know that I’m not in it for the money.”
Mick stared at Rosalind when she made that declaration. It was so amazing to him that he had to make sure he had heard her correctly. “You’ll be willing to sign a pre-nup?” he asked her.
Roz looked at him. He seemed stunned. “What’s so stunning about it?” she asked. “Of course I’ll be willing. I would imagine a man in your position had better do a pre-nup. You don’t know if I’m a gold digger.”
Mick smiled.
“I’m serious, Mick!”
And then he laughed and began walking to her, tossing his towel aside.
Roz felt the heat as his big cock dangled in front of him as he walked, as if his already heightened sexuality needed any more emphasis. “I don’t want your money,” she said, “I want you!”
And Mick leaned her back on the bed, putting his arms inside of her open robe as he got on top of her. And he began kissing her.
“I’m serious, Mick,” she said between his kisses.
“I’m serious too,” Mick said, as he kissed her.
“I don’t want your money. I want you.”
“I don’t want your body,” Mick said, as his kisses trailed down her face and neck, to her breasts. “I want you.” He sucked them. “Although right now, I want your body too.”
Roz smiled as he kept moving down with his kisses. Until he was off of her and his face was between her legs. When she felt his first lick, her smile was gone.
“Oh, dear,” she said, remembering just how much she missed him too.
Mick felt the fire too, as he inhaled that aromatic scent he loved and licked her with slow, probing licks. He moaned as he licked her, as his every lick made her pussy wetter, until not only was his tongue licking it, but his mouth was eating that wetness. And he ate her hard.
But when he stopped, and moved back on top, ready to enter her, she pushed him off of her. Then she got on top of him, and began kissing him passionately. Even with her taste still on his mouth, she kissed him. He squeezed her ass and returned her passion. And then it was her time to move down, and suck the member he held between his legs.
Mick opened his legs wide as Roz gave him head the way he loved to receive it. Nobody but Rosalind did him this way. Only Rosalind could make his entire body, a body that was ready to fuck, relax completely under her masterful guidance. She didn’t lollipop-lick him. She didn’t wrap her hand around his rod and speed-lick him like those women who didn’t know what the fuck they were doing loved to do. But Rosalind kiss-sucked him. Her every lick was as deeply penetrating as a long, sweet kiss. And then she deep-throated him, she took him all in, and worked it while it was in there. And when she pulled back out, and circled her tongue around his dick-head, with the tip of her tongue romancing the tip of his dick, he let out a hard moan that caused pre-cum to ooze out just from her skill alone.
Before more released, he had to pull her on top of him, put his fully aroused, wet dick inside of her, and fuck her for the few minutes they had left. Because he knew, after that kind of head, he was not going to be able to hold on much longer.
And he was right. Roz rode his cock hard. She rode that long, stiff rod the way a drill rode a hole in the ground. Mick squeezed her nipples and squeezed her sweet brown breast mounds as she rode him unlike she had ever rode him before. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her face down to his, and kissed her as hard as she was riding him. They were fucking for the joy of it. They were fucking so hard, with such extreme passion, that they both came with a thunderous cum. Mick’s muscular arms showed every vein as he lifted his body and poured into her. Her wet vagina became a pussy flood as he poured and pounded her, and she pulsated with spasms, and continued to ride him.
“I’m cumming, Mick. I’m cumming!”
Her orgasm was so intense that she couldn’t stop crying her elation. Because he was putting it on her now. He was pouring so much of his sticky, silky love into her silky-wet pussy that it was too much. It began dripping out of her.
And he couldn’t stop fucking her. Even as he poured his last into her, his cock continued to stroke. Because this was his lady and he needed her to understand that. He wanted to express himself through his cock. He wanted her to understand that he was deeply into her, figuratively and literally, unlike he had ever been into any other human being alive.
She understood it. She understood it by the way he continued to make love to her. She unders
tood by the way she continued to feel his cock would not quit. She was overflowing with understanding. They had a special thing going on. They were on one accord. She was so filled with that feeling of specialness, of being Mick Sinatra’s special one, that she was pouring out more of her own vaginal juices even as he poured into her.
And when it was over, and she collapsed on top of him and into his arms, they both felt overwhelmed by the experience. They could have remained where they were all night long.
Only they couldn’t. Because the doorbell rang. Because just as quickly as they had forgotten all others and were focused on each other, they remembered the children.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Mick and Roz showered together quickly as Mick’s butler answered the door and allowed the children in. But just as they were dressing, Mick received a business call he had to take. Which meant Roz had a choice: either meet the children without Mick, or wait for Mick and let his children wait even longer. Roz took the harder path and chose to go downstairs. They had waited, she felt, long enough.
As Roz made her way down the staircase, she had the ability to see them before they saw her. And she stopped momentarily on the stairs and took them in.
All five of them were present: three grown sons, one grown daughter, and the ten-year-old. The daughter and one of the grown sons sat on the sofa, with the ten-year-old in the daughter’s lap, while the two other sons, presumably the two oldest, sat in the flanking chairs. Roz was surprised to see that one of the children, the daughter, was biracial black and white, but she was only surprised because Mick never mentioned that he had a black child. But then again, Roz thought, Mick rarely mentioned anything about his children at all. Except for Shane, the little one who was not his biological child, she didn’t even know their names.
What Roz also noticed about the five children was how different they looked from each other. The two oldest boys were extremely attractive. They both favored Mick heavily, even down to the cleft chin on the face of one of them. And the biracial daughter, who was a tall, thin, gorgeous young lady, also favored Mick. But the youngest of Mick’s children, the one who appeared to still be in his teen years, did not favor Mick at all. Mick had brown hair and green eyes, as did his three older children, while the younger one had black hair and appeared to have very dark eyes as well. Unlike Mick’s other three biological children, there was nothing on the teenager’s face that reminded Roz of Mick. Not that it mattered, she thought, and continued down the stairs.
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