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And just like that, Abby was left with Brandy. For once, she sort of did follow Ash’s logic on this one. Brandy might trust her and Kelly more than they would him. They at least might be able to relate to her better. But Kelly was nowhere to be found. Neither was Pablo for that matter. 

Abby set her gun down beside her as she sat on the couch. “You might as well sit tight. Your dad will be back whenever.” 

Brandy plopped down on the seat next to her. “So how long have you known my dad?” 

“Couple of years,” Abby answered as she flipped through the channels. 

“And you two are...close?” Brandy bit her lip, almost as if she was unsure of what she was asking. 

“Close?” Abby’s eyebrows furrowed, but then it dawned on her. “Ah, no. Just friends.” 

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He didn’t have to go to work that day, and the boys had all decided to take some time away from each other. Which meant Michael and Kelly had some uninterrupted time together. He was roused from his sleep when a gentle warm touch skittered across his stomach. He half hoped that it would move lower, but he didn’t mind push the issue yet. 

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He rolled hazel eyes towards silver hair at his young lover’s pouting. A day of horseback riding and dealing his friend’s wives wanting to gossip had left Kelly exhausted and a little sore. 

His boots clicked softly against the wooden floor as he moved over to her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his fingers delving into her ombre hair, somehow her thick mane even more disheveled after the wind whipping through it for most of the day. 

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💪: My Muse witnesses your Muse coming back from / working out in the gym

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He was going to be late, and it was all Kelly’s fault. He didn’t even need to see her biting back a smirk to know that she enjoyed having him wrapped around her little finger. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

What a brat...

She had gone to the gym that morning while he got ready for a meeting. Kelly was always a little nervous when he was about to meet with other powerful dangerous men, and she would often either cling to his side right up until the moment he left or leave for some air. Michael didn’t mind either way. He wasn’t concerned, but he thought it was sweet that Kelly worried about him like she did. Have the time she tried to act like his guard dog, though she was about as threatening as a Pomeranian.

She seemed to be in a much better mood since she’d returned, because all she was doing was teasing him relentlessly. She’d shed her shirt, donning only her sportsbra which accentuated her pierced and peaked nipples. Her slender little body moved gracefully around their home as he put on one of his newer suits and attempted to ignore the head pooling in his lower belly.

But those god damn black yoga pants were going to be the death of him. They showed off her legs perfectly. He could admire how long and slender her legs were despite Kelly’s petite frame and the little thigh gap she had. They molded perfectly against her pert little ass, and all he wanted to do was go over and give her a smack or a squeeze. He nearly spit out his coffee, and he grit his teeth at his growing erection when she bent over. Those fucking pants even cupped her sex perfectly, showing how plump her slit was. 

Having reached the end of his patience, Michael wandered over to her, pulling her body against his with a hand on the small of her back. He leaned down to kiss her hard, giving her no choice as to whether or not his tongue entered her mouth to play with hers. She moaned into his lips and his free hand wandered between her legs to cup her sex, slowly rubbing circles against her nether lips through the fabric. She eagerly pressed against him, holding onto him tightly by the lapels of his jacket. 

He was wise to her despite how she could always pull a reaction from him. She’d hoped that by acting like a little cocktease and getting him all riled up that he would blow off the meeting and stay home. He actually hated to disappoint her. 

He pulled back from their kiss, panting heavily and clearing his throat. He gently moved one hand from the small of her back to fist in her ombre locks. She blinked languidly, using her best bedroom stare on him. He smirked down at her and chuckled. 

“You’re in so much fuckin’ trouble when I get home, baby,” he said, voice a little huskier and gruffer with desire. “I’ll be home in a couple of hours. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll go a little easier on you.” He winked, giving her a chaste kiss before letting her go to grab his car keys and head towards the door.