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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.

Wow… the reviews are great, please keep them coming! Your daily soap opera, Janet?
Nearly as good or equal to LKH? Wow… Thank you, Janet and Vasdrkangel. Honestly, we would love to just whip off one chapter after another… life however, is getting in the way.
This is a short chapter, but rest assured… we’ve got a surprise for you in the coming chapter…

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Micah smiled as he watched Laura. "Are you sure I can't help, Pet? I only broke one plate..."

"Only broke one leads to only breaking two." Laura smiled slightly, "Besides, I'm almost done."

Micah shook his head, his lips quirking. "You grabbed my butt, Pet."

"My hand slipped." She put the last cup away, stretching to reach the shelf.

"Sure..."

"It did."

The phone ringing cut off Micah's reply.

Laura watched him move into the den to get the phone, and her lips quirked as his sigh reached her ears.

"Hello?"

"Hello, my name is Misty Malone. I'm looking for a Mr. Micah Callahan?"

"I'm Micah. What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling about your ad... As I understand it, the Coalition for Better Understanding Between Lycanthrope and Human Communities is looking for a lawyer?"

"Yes, we are. Are you applying for the job?"

"Yes, Sir. I was wondering if I could set up an interview?"

"Of course." Micah reached for the pad of paper that was kept next to the phone, grabbing the pen tucked under it. "Misty Malone, correct?"

"Correct."

"When is the soonest available date for your interview?" He wrote her name down on the paper, scrawling under it 'Interview?'

"Any time after sunset.”

Micah raised a brow, "Any particular date?"

"It's up to you. I really don't have anything that could conflict."

"Tomorrow night, at eight?"

"Where should I meet you?"

"Do you have a pen handy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Alright." Micah related his address to her, allowing her time to jot it down. "I look forward to interviewing you, Ms. Malone."

"Thank you, Sir." She paused, "I feel like I have to warn you as I'm guessing this is your personal address..."

"Warn me?"

"I'm a vampire." Whoa. That was weird to say.

"It's not our job to discriminate." Micah shrugged, "You'll be welcomed like any other applicant."

She paused again. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Micah finished writing out his notes. "Good night, Ms. Malone."

"Goodnight, Mr. Callahan."

Laura rested her hands lightly on Micah's back, hands spread over his shoulders. "Did you find a lawyer?"

He glanced at her over his shoulder. "We might have. She sounds competent enough, unlike the last two."

"The last two were class A idiots, I'll give them that." She rubbed his shoulders gently, "Do you think you'll hire her?"

"I'll know tomorrow. Basically, we'd be using her for legal advice, not for actual cases for the most part." He shrugged. "Which, I suppose is a good thing as she won't be able to go to court during the day."

"Vampire?"

Micah nodded, turning to hug his fiancée. "Her name actually sounds familiar to me... Malone..."

Laura hugged him back, "Does it?"

"Mm. Doesn't matter." He kissed her temple.

She purred softly, "I love you."

"I love you too, Pet." He purred back at her, rubbing his face along hers. "What are we doing tonight?"

"We don't have anything planned..."

"Ah." He rested his head against hers. "Anything you want to do?"

She shrugged, tracing the small logo on his t-shirt with a finger. "I was going to let you decide."

Micah quirked a brow. "Were you?"

She smiled innocently. "Yes."

"Really?"

"Really."

He smiled, sliding his hands to cup her hips. "Are you quite sure?"

She shivered, smoothing her hand over his chest. "I've passed the 'quite sure' zone."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"And what's after the quite sure zone?" He slid his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

"The 'hell yes' zone." She swallowed, slipping her hand into his shirt.

His muscles tightened under her hands and he squeezed her bottom. "I like that zone..."

She slid her hand over his warm skin, shifting against his hands. "I know..."

Micah's lips quirked. "Ah. I'm glad."

"You should be." Laura scowled teasingly at him, the hint of a smile at her lips.

"Can't you feel how 'glad' I am?" He pressed against her.

"Like I could miss it..." She moved her hand, cupping him instead.

He stilled, swallowing a groan. "Pet... we should go to the bedroom..."

She nodded, pulling back reluctantly.

He pulled his hands from her pockets, brushing his lips over hers.

She smiled slightly, moving back into the living room.

Micah followed her. "So... would you like to be on top this time?"

"If you want to be bottom, sure." She glanced over her shoulder at him, leading him into the bedroom.

"Sounds good to me." He smiled at her, shutting and locking the bedroom door..

She smiled back, stepping forward and slipping her hands into his shirt again.

"Why don't you just take the shirt off, Pet?" He quirked a brow, pressing against her hands.

"I'll get to it." She slid her hands over him, fingers finding his nipples.

He shivered, the buds tightening. "Will you?"

She didn't answer, tugging the shirt off of him.

He nipped her lower lip, pulling hers up and over her head.

She shivered, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

"Cold?" He smirked.

"Of course not." She flicked him in the side teasingly.

He shivered. "Do that again."

She raised a brow, flicking him again.

Micah pulled her to him, nibbling her lower lip before saying, "That feels good..."

Laura's lips quirked, and she shifted against him. "Apparently."

"Mm." He cupped her rear again, lifting her against him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, a low moan escaping her as she pressed down on him.

Micah shivered. "Pet..."

"Yeah?" She swallowed, kissing his jaw.

Micah moved, pressing her against the door. "Let's try this..."

Laura shifted slightly, "Okay..."

He rocked against her, kissing her jaw. "Tell me if you don't like it and we'll do something else."

She whimpered, rocking back against him. "Don't worry about it…”

His right hand shifted, cupping her breast. "Pet..."

Her nipple hardened in expectation, and she swallowed again. "Yeah?"

He shook his head, leaning down to nip at her jaw.

She shivered, turning her head to catch his lips with hers.

He pinched her nipple between two fingers, twisting carefully as he kissed her back.

Laura moaned, breaking the kiss as she arched into him. "Micah..."

He smiled slightly, repeating it on her other breast. "Does that feel good?"

She gripped his shoulders hard, moaning her answer.

He rocked into her. "My Pet..."

She moved her hips with his, "Yours..."

"I'm going to set you down... I want inside of you and..." He shrugged.

She unwrapped her legs from around his waist, leaning against the door as he set her down.

He kissed at her neck as his fingers undid the snap on her jeans. "I can smell your need..."

She shivered, sliding her hands over the waistband of his pants. "Yours is pretty obvious too..."

He shivered slightly. "Now, Pet... let me."

Laura nodded, letting her hands fall away from him.

He kissed the tip of her breast, smiling. "Thank you."

She bit her lip, not bothering to answer.

He nipped carefully, just enough to cause the nerve endings to tingle erotically with pain.

Making a noise in her throat, Laura pressed her hands flat against the door.

Micah smirked, circling the nubbin with his thumb as his hand slid into her pants.

She moaned, shifting her hips against his hand.

He pressed his palm against her, rubbing against her folds in small circles.

Her back arched in hopes of taking him further, and a quiet growl of frustration trickled from her throat.

"Something wrong, Pet?" He slid a finger deep into her warmth, wringing a moan from her throat as his thumb pressed against her clitoris.

"Micah!" She brought her hands up, gripping his shoulders again.

He laughed softly, licking along the bottoms of her breasts. "Hm?"

She dug her nails into his skin in an attempt to take the smirk off his face.

He moaned quietly. "Not fair..."

"Is too..." She scraped her nails down his chest, digging in a bit at sensitive areas.

His back arched. "No..." He pulled away, stripping her of her remaining clothing before skiving out of his own clothing.

She raked her eyes over his form, sighing as she realized he was just out of reach.

He stalked towards her. "Now, Pet?"

"If it's not now, you're going to have some major issues later."

He quirked a brow. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Like?" He pushed his hair back, smirking at her as the curls fell back into his face.

She reached out, fisting her hand carefully in the bit of hair that hung in his face. "You really don't want to find out, Micah... Make it now."

He shivered. "Pet..." He slid his hands down her hips, then lifted her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist again, moving her hands to his shoulders.

Micah pressed her against the door as he reached between them, guiding the tip of himself inside.

Laura pressed down on him, taking him farther inside.

"You're... dripping." He pressed the rest of the way inside, kissing at her jaw and neck.

"Your fault..." She shut her eyes, sliding her hands over his back.

He shivered again as he began to move. "Good..."

She moved with him, resting her head against the door.

His nipped at her throat, sucking her pulse into his mouth as he tilted his hips.

She moaned loudly as he hit something deep within her, back arching into him.

He scrapped his teeth over the bit of skin, careful not to hurt her as his hand moved to cup her breast.

"Micah..."

"Mmm?" His thrusts sped up as he moved, teasing her.

She ground against him, opening her eyes as she pulled away from his mouth. Leaning down, she bit carefully at the smooth skin of his shoulder.

He moaned, thrusting harder. "Pet..."

She moaned back, trailing a string of bites to his neck.

His fingers found her nipple, twisting it carefully like she liked.

She bit hard at his throat in response.

He jerked, grinding into her as a raw noise escaped his throat.

Tightening around him, Laura let his neck go.

"God, Pet..."

"Micah... I'm..."

“You're?" He ground against her again, pressing on her clitoris.

She cried out, shattering around him.

He moaned, following not two thrusts later.

She panted, slumping forward.

He leaned against her, by the door as he kissed her neck. "Mm."

She rested her head against his, "Love you..."

He kissed her jaw. "I love you too."

"Shower or food?"

"Mm... both?" He smirked. "Food... then shower?"

She laughed softly, straightening as much as possible. "Only if you're cooking."

"Of course." He set her down, smoothing her hair as he buzzed her lips.

She smiled, turning to open the door.

"Pet..." He caught her around the waist.

"What?" She blinked, looking back at him.

"Caleb's in the living room. He just walked in."

"So?"

"Pet, you were the one who was uncomfortable being nude around the others."

Her cheeks heated, "Only when we're..."

Micah nodded. "Fine." He moved to open the door.

Laura's blush deepened, and she stopped him from opening the door.

He quirked a brow at her. "Laura?"

"I'm being inconsistent, but... Can I borrow a shirt?"

He smiled, picking up the one she had stripped off of him earlier. "Here, Pet."

"Thank you." She smiled back, pulling it over her head.

He pulled her to him. "I love you, Pet."

She slipped her arms around his waist, "I love you too."

He kissed her temple. "Hungry?"

"Mmhm..."

He smiled, stepping back. "Then let's go."

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