Pawn (The Pawn Duet #2) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,54

a perfect science, but some images reoccurred in enough subjects’ dreams to be able to analyze them based on the subjects’ current life and emotional status. From there we were able to determine and assign those images meaning. For example, a barren landscape often means dissatisfaction, in particular dissatisfaction with one’s love life.”

Her cheeks burn as she speaks, and I can’t help wanting to lick the blush from them all over again.

She catches me staring then clears her throat and continues. “It can also represent needing someone who isn’t there or wanting someone who doesn’t want you back.” Her eyes meet mine, and I pull her closer into my body, inhaling the smell of her shampoo and relishing the feel of her little body against mine, her perfect tits crushed up against my chest. “But, the last thing can’t be true, because if the dream was about me…I’ve always wanted you back. I’ll always want you back.”

“God, you’re fucking sexy when you’re talking all your smart shit.” I groan, and I press my lips to hers. What started as a kitchen fire I could put out with a safety blanket, has erupted into a fire that can’t be contained. Fuck it, let the place burn around us. Mickey is in my arms, and her lips are on mine. The entire fucking world could burn down, and I would die content for the first time in my life.

I chuckle, and she pulls back, searching my face. “What’s so funny?” she asks with an adorable grin.

“Nothing,” I say, diving back into the kiss, parting her lips with my tongue until she’s moaning into my mouth, making my cock stir back to life once again.

It is funny, though.

I’ve collected a lot of shit over the years, plastering the walls of the pawn shop with it, but now, I have something that truly completes me. When I have Mickey, I have everything. Content in the chaos she brings into my life.

“Do you love me?” Mickey asks. She then shakes her head and drops her face into her hand. “Nevermind. That was a stupid question. It just kind of came out.”

I pull her hand from her eyes. “Look at me, Mic.”

She slowly lifts her gaze to mine. “I’m not good with the whole love thing, but I have this feeling that I want to protect you and strangle you all at the same time, the same one that tells me that we’re linked by an invisible rope that can’t be cut. The one that brings with it a pain I’ve never felt when we ain’t together.”

She sucks in a deep breath. “That’s a much better explanation than pheromones and hormones, and yeah, I think that’s love.”

I take one of the broken cuffs off my wrist and clink it around hers. “Then yeah, Mic. I fucking love you.”

I’m so wrapped up in the moment that I almost forget what I wanted to give her. “Here,” I offer, reaching to the floor I pick up my jeans and pull out a note from the pocket. On it is a name and an address. “Tomorrow at noon. Don’t be late.”

“Who is this person?” she asks, reading the name on the note. “What is this for?”

“It’s to help you with your plan.” I tap a finger on the note. “If you want to take down Darius for good, this is who you need to talk to. It’s his supplier. You are going to go there, and pitch them a deal. While you’re there you’re going to find out everything you can about Darius. Who knows, maybe you’ll discover something we didn’t know before. Something that can help take him down.”

“You’re not going with me?” she asks.

“I can’t. I don’t do business with them, The Reich does. And you’re…”

“Part of The Reich,” she finishes, her shoulders slumping.

I lift her chin. “You can do this, and you will. You’re not one of them. Never were. Remember that. Besides, they are going to love the deal you’re going to pitch them. Trust me.”

“What kind of deal?” she asks, sitting up straight with her shoulders back once again. She cocks her head to the side, looking very much intrigued by this new possibility.

I kiss the corner of her lips. Her body arches toward me on instinct as my lips trail further down her beautiful body. The party is still raging downstairs. We have a little more time.

I chuckle at her response to my touch.

“The kind of deal they can’t fucking refuse.”

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Mickey

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