“Do I speak truth?” I asked.

His brows shot up. “You’d be happy with six inches?”

“I was happy with less than that for sixteen years so I guess the answer is yes.”

He kept laughing but started doing it so hard the bed shook.

In the face of his hilarity, I started grinning and said, “It was amusing, honey, but not that amusing.”

He sobered but not entirely, and replied, “Knew that guy had a small dick.”

“Without extensive study, I would hazard to guess that it was average and you’re…not.”

He kept smiling, doing it big, as he returned, “Guess I can give you somethin’ else you can only get from me.”

“Like you didn’t know you were endowed,” I scoffed.

“Never got out a ruler and do my best not to compare.”

“Guys do that all the time,” I told him.

“Uh…no they don’t,” he told me. “And I’m in a rare situation where a guy is doin’ that shit, he gets a look from me he knows if he doesn’t mind his own fuckin’ business, he’s gonna find his nasal passages at the back of his skull.”

My focus shifted to his ear as I mumbled, “I find this interesting.”

“You thought guys stood around comparing dicks?”

I focused back on him. “Actually, yes.”

He grinned at me. “My heiress and her perverted fantasies about guys comparing dicks.”

“It’s not a fantasy, Mickey.”

“Good you got one that’s a winner.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Can we stop talking about this?”

Suddenly, he pulled me close to his face and sobered entirely.

“I’ll try my best not to be a dick, not to bring it up, not to hurt your feelings or make you worry about it. I hate that I made somethin’ good you did that you were excited about, that I should have been excited about, into a fight. I may stumble along the way, Amy, but you got my word I’ll work on it.”

That, just that, was all I needed.

I melted into him, glided my hand to his jaw and slid my thumb along his lower lip, replying, “All I can ask, honey.”

He pulled me even closer, touched his lips to mine and then pushed me an inch away.

“Clean up,” he ordered quietly. “Get in one of your nighties and come back to me. Need sleep.”

“Okay, Mickey.”

I bent and gave him my own touch before I lifted up and again glided my thumb over his lower lip. After that, I rolled off, cleaned up, donned a nightgown and went back to him.

Mickey turned out the lights and tangled himself up in me.

I was almost asleep when Mickey mumbled, “My heiress thinks men compare dicks.”

My eyes shot open and I snapped drowsily at his throat, “Stop teasing me when I’m half-asleep.”

He gathered me closer. “You got it, baby.”