“I’d love that, Mickey,” I told him. “But we’re taking my Land Rover.”

“Fine. I drive.”

“You drive?” I asked. “But it’s mine.”

“I strike you as a man who rides?”

“Jimbo drives the fire truck,” I pointed out.

“Jimbo doesn’t have a vagina.”

My back shot straight. “Really?”

“Your ass is in my Expedition in the passenger seat or in the same place in your Rover,” he declared.

“It’s a new car, Mickey. I love it. It took everything I had to allow Auden to take it for a spin today. I wanna drive.”

“Drive around the next coupla days. Wednesday night, you know your choice.”

He was lucky he was so fabulous for the times when he was so annoying.

“You need to get checked,” I snapped. “You clearly have an overabundance of testosterone in a way it’s harmful to your health.”

“Not sure that can even happen,” he replied smoothly.

“The harmful to your health part is me murdering you.”

“You take me out, it’s back to that toy in your nightstand and I’m thinkin’ you don’t want that.”

My head twitched as I asked, “Have you been snooping?”

“Single woman who goes hot quick, babe, took a guess, I was right and I don’t consider it snooping. More like investigating just in case I’m in the mood to shake things up. Any man has gotta have the tools he needs to get the job done.”

That gave me a shiver along with the premonition of an aneurysm.

“Amy?” he called when I didn’t respond.

“Quiet. I’m trying to think if I’ve seen any Internet cafés I can go to to anonymously order poison off the Web.”

“Toy comes out tomorrow night,” he muttered.

Another shiver.

“Are you done annoying me?” I asked.

His smile was in his voice. “For now.”

“Fine. See you tomorrow night.”

“Charge it up, Amy.”

God, he couldn’t be believed.

The problem was I was thinking I loved that about him.

Along with a variety of other things.

“Whatever. Have a good night.”

“’Night, baby.”

With the call with Mickey done for the night, I tossed the phone on my bed and went back out to my kids.

* * * * *

“Yes,” I breathed, I came, Mickey slid my vibrator away and then he slid inside me. “Yes,” I repeated.

We were on our sides, face to face and I had my leg thrown over Mickey’s hip. Even though it lasted a good long while, Mickey let me finish coming before he kissed me, fucked me and again sent me flying.

Condoms being history, after, it was me cleaning up, slipping on a nightie and back into bed with Mickey where he tangled us together and held me close in the dark.

I was snuggled deep, warmed by his body, replete and half asleep before he spoke.

“See, my heiress likes the way I shake things up.”