The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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Three years later...

Mickey slowly unzips the dress down my back, teasing me. He looks me in the eyes and smiles sexily as he drags the silky material down my arms. I nibble my lip as I stare at him, my pussy aching with a needy mix of anticipation and desire. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my heels and his favorite garter belt set. He grows quietly.

He pushes me backward onto the chaise. Stripping his shirt over his head, he ruffles his long hair, causing it to fall into his face over his sexy glasses. He looks at me from beneath his brows, looping his fingers into the sides of my panties and dragging them slowly up and off my legs.

His hands slide over the silk of my stockings. When they reach the skin at my thighs, he spreads my legs open to him. He leans over my body as he kisses me tantalizingly, running his tongue against mine, making me sigh quietly with my desire to feel his tongue elsewhere.

He trails kisses slowly down my neck, sternum, stomach, and lower. I whimper when his lips trail down one thigh only to move to the other, my pussy aching for attention. My head tosses back with a sigh when I finally feel his mouth where I want it.

He swirls his tongue, licking and sucking slowly, making my body melt. Pushing my leg open further, he delves his tongue inside me and then runs it up to flick against my clit. I moan, my hips grinding towards him as I quickly approach climax.

After a moment, he stops and stands and I pout. He removes his pants, his erection springing from them. I climb from the chaise and crouch before him, staring up at him as I take him into my mouth. I take him all the way to the back of my throat as I stroke him with my hand, staring up into his eyes as I do. His fingers run slowly through the hair on my crown as he stares down at me, his eyes heavy with pleasure.

I stand and push him backward to sit, and then climb atop him. He unfastens my bra, removing it from my arms as I take my position. I brush my hair over my head and onto my shoulder, staring him in the eyes, watching him lick his lips in response. I bend my leg to rest on the top of his, knowing it looks more flattering that way. His hands caress my waist as I place him at my entrance and descend upon him. I moan as I feel him stretch me deliciously. I run my fingers through his hair as I settle upon his lap, pushing him deep. My pussy quivers excitedly.

I start to move and watch his mouth open in a silent groan. He grips my ass with both hands, squeezing and releasing as I raise and lower myself on his length. I stroke him slowly against my walls, teasing myself, coaxing myself closer and closer.

Mickey's hands massage my hips, waist, and breasts, making me so hot. I grind against his lap to churn him deep inside me. I moan, my head tossing back as I do. When I lean it back up to look at him, I see his cocky grin. "Don't fucking laugh at me," I whisper to him. He chuckles. I pull his face to mine and kiss his smiling mouth.

I stare at him as I continue, rubbing him exactly where I want him, at exactly the pace I want. I drop myself onto his lap hard, the impact sending a wave of pleasure through my core. I do it again, and again, building off the waves of pleasure as I start to move faster.

My smile fades, my brow tenses and his do the same. His panting increases and I realize we're both getting close. I clench around him with my excitement, making him moan and grip my waist. I lose myself, my hands tightening around him as my body grips him with my orgasm. 

I wail as it hits me hard, the stiffness of my legs making me succumb to the feeling of my pussy squeezes and releasing him.

As the feeling calms, I go weak. He lifts me from him and tilts me onto my back. His hand grips my thigh, opening my leg wider as I helplessly try to catch my breath. He flexes his hips, rubbing himself against my entrance, teasing me into wanting more rather than coming down from the feeling. I nibble my lip to keep from begging him to fuck me as hard as possible. I stare up at him pleadingly, and he seems to get the message.

He grins me in the eyes and he slides into me. My mouth drops open, a whimper escaping when he sinks deeper, deeper to the hilt. When he starts to move, the wet sounds of our bodies entice me. My pussy feels overly sensitive to every movement of him inside me, and it begs for more.

He pumps his hips at a perfect pace -- not too fast, just slow enough to torture me while getting me where I want to be. He presses his hand on my lower belly, applying delicious pressure to his movements inside me. He reaches down with his other hand and strokes a finger against my clit. I moan loudly, knowing I won't be able to hold on much longer.

His thrusts become excited, enthusiastic, his hips slamming against mine harder and harder. My fingers dig into his arm and hip as I try to hold on to the intense sensation, but when he stares into my eyes and see him start to unravel, I fall over the edge again.

I call out as I clench hard around him. His fingers dig into my thigh as he moans. My head falls back as the feeling washes over me for the second time, pulsating through my body as I shudder. Mickey's pace continues until I feel him release within me. I watch his face tense as he groans loudly, his penis twitching as he comes.

His gorgeously twisted expression melts into a smile as his eyes open to look at me. He leans down, smoothing a hand over my cheek before he places a luscious kiss to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist relaxing in the comfort that comes with having him in every way possible.

Pulling him closer, I feel his smile as we kiss. I can't help but do the same.

"And ... cut!" Matty yells from behind the camera. The small group erupts in applause. They really don't have to keep doing that.

"That was really beautiful, you guys," Jackson says, handing Mickey the tissues. He pulls out of me slowly and cleans the mess that follows. I sit up and Jackson drapes the silk robe over my shoulders and helps me get my arms into it.

"Beautiful? Sure. But I thought it was fucking hot," Ailene says. Jackson grins at her laughingly. "I didn't think any of yours will beat Santorini for me, but this one ..." she nibbles her lip and runs her hands over her plump stomach. "This one made baby girl happy."

"That's a little weird, Ai," Mickey says with a smile.

Matty comes over with a small preview on the tablet. I glance at the playback, but watching Mickey's face tells me more than seeing it myself. He has an eye that I will never acquire.

"The love between you just jumps into the camera. It's so beautiful every time. It's just ..." Matty shakes his head. "So fucking erotic," he finishes with a laugh.

I smile and peck his lips, feeling a bit bad my mouth just had Mickey's cock in it. But honestly, when does it not?

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Back in the dressing room, I glance in the mirror and find my makeup looks surprisingly good, subtle enough for work. 

Shit. I almost forgot about my real job.

Life is so busy, but I love it this way. Fantastical was a sensation and in its third season, regardless of the stupid name. Mickey's following only went up with the cable viewership, and with the success of his show, he stopped doing scenes. It made me sad, but Mickey proved he knew exactly what he was doing. His loyal fans flocked from his Tumblr to see what he continued to post of us and demanded to see more. When we realized they were willing to pay to see what we would be filming anyway, the rest happened organically. 

"Matty seemed happy about that one," Mickey says as he comes back from the toilets.

I smile at him, not surprised he's still naked. "I guess you'll be the final judge of that, Mr. Editor."

He wraps an arm around my waist and presses himself to my back. His penis throbs against me. The man is insatiable, snipped or not. "Get in the shower with me?" he whispers in my ear before nibbling it lightly. I suppress a shiver.

I wasn't planning on showering. Sometimes I like keeping a bit of him on me all day, but his ego and libido are fine not knowing that. "We just got done fucking and you want it again?"

"We only pretty fucked. I want to really fuck."

"Right now?" I ask incredulously. He hums his assent. His hand slides between my legs.

I laugh him off. "Mickey," I pull his hand away. "I have to get to work. You'll have to wait a whole nine hours until I get home."

He pouts and lets out a moan of displeasure as he leans his hands onto the vanity on either side of me. "You always have to tease me, don't you?" he whines. It makes me giggle. "Well, the new toy prototypes come in today. I figured we could have a little ... orgy."

"You're not even in the orgy scene for Fantastical , why would you need to practice?" I scold him. "Plus, aren't most of the toys supposed to be for long-distance situations?" I ask, pulling on my panties.

"Yeah," he admits. "Fine, no orgy. But you know what's beautiful, clean, and always available to please you?"

I still. Oh, fuck no. "Mickey. I love you, but I swear to god if you say --"

"This dick," he says huskily into my ear as he rubs himself against me.

I groan and push him away from me as I start to laugh. I shake my head at him. "We don't need two people telling shitty jokes in this family."

Mickey laughs, his smile so wide his eyes begin to squint. He hugs me to his chest and says, "I couldn't help myself. You deserved it." I hug him back and he places a kiss to my temple. "Maggie's picking you up, right?"

"Yeah. She'll be here pretty quick." I moved into private practice at a women's health clinic and took her with me. It was much easier to be known for being sexually liberal in place dedicated to female sexual health and education. A perfect fit for both of us, really. I glance at the clock. "Shit, I should hurry."

I pull my shirt on over my head and then remember to remove the two expensive rings on my left-hand ring finger. Analytics showed that our 55-percent female viewership preferred to see married couples. But, as always, the reality of any fantasy is much trickier than it seems.

"You could leave those on you know," he says as he watches me.

I roll my eyes then smile at him. "It didn't work the first fifty times you said that, but keep trying!" I put the rings back in the box. The massive diamond sparkles against the black velvet. "You know I'm never going to wear a ten thousand dollar ring while examining vaginas all day."

He looks at me incredulously and cocks an eyebrow. "You think a platinum, three-carat diamond ring costs ... You know what? Let's just say it's ten grand." He smirks at me, his eyes tracing over my face adoringly.

I straighten out my shirt and pants and he brushes his fingers through my hair to resituate it. His hands come to rest on my cheeks and he tilts my face up toward his. He stares me in the eyes with his lazy smile, and I feel the familiar flutter in my chest.

"I love you," he says and presses his lips to mine. 

I pull him closer and breathe him in as we let the kiss linger. Our bodies press together, and I feel the incomparable sense of content that only he can give me. Even though we come home to one another every night, I still hate when we're apart. When he isn't by my side, I feel incomplete. I would have him next to me every moment of every day if I could.

I know, it's gross.

He pulls his lips from mine slowly and I look at him, taking in his impossibly handsome features. "I love you more," I say after a moment, and regretfully let him go. I grab my bag and start to walk out.

"Marry me, Penelope," he calls after me. I can hear his laughing smile without even seeing it.

"Bye, Mickey."

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