Page 40 of Legal Returns
“Sammy is a fast learner. I have no doubt that he will be able to be his father’s successor when the time comes.”
He heaves a deep breath. “Sammy is brilliant, and his decision-making skills are impressive at his age. I would love to see him in LaSalle’s role. Now that I have more of an understanding of how his gift works, I have even more faith in him.”
“This is true. Ugh, I’m going to sleep. I had way more fun than I should have.
“Creating an arcade in their backyard was genius for a birthday party. I love that there was something for everyone.”
“It was fun. Inzo has already asked to have the same for his and Nori’s tenth birthday.”
“Good, I will make it happen. I had more fun than I have in years. I haven’t played Centipede in … God, I can’t even remember.
“The foosball tournaments almost made me pee my pants. I thought Nick was going to choke Ryan before the night ended. That was a blast.”
“It was. It was good to see everyone there without all the stress.”
“Yeah, but that bitch is still out there. That’s a problem I want handled.”
“We all do, love. It’s not that simple.”
I look at him and narrow my eyes. “You keep saying that. I see it otherwise. I say we find her and hush that bitch for good. Especially now that we know this isn’t over.”
“Val, we don’t know when this becomes a problem for Sammy. She might not even be in the picture when what his vision showed him comes to pass. We don’t know if the two are relevant to each other.”
“Yeah, but?—”
“Val, there is more to it than LaSalle or Misha has shared. We will not interfere.”
“Whatever,” I grumble and get up to climb into bed.
However, before I can get two steps away, he grabs my wrist and tugs me into his lap. Shoving a hand in my hair, he tugs my head back and takes my lips in a demanding kiss.
That bitch is forgotten as I wrap my arms around his neck and open for him. Uri kisses to own. I will always be his, so I open up and allow him to devour me.
“Where do you think you are going?”
“No one wants to tell me the truth, so I’m going to bed.”
He flicks his tongue out over my lips and groans. Leaning into my face, he ghosts his open mouth over the side of my face and back down, passing over my neck to my collarbone.
He then begins to speak against my skin. “I had planned to put you to bed, love. I haven’t changed my mind.”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“I see. Challenge accepted,” he croons.
With that, he stands with me in his arms. He moves around the bed with me in his hold. Uri tugs the covers back then places me down.
With a pointed look, as if to tell me not to move, he backs away and picks up the controller for the sound system in our bedroom. The speakers come to life, and moments later, Keith Sweat’s “Nobody” begins to play through the room.
I grin as he then saunters to the foot of the bed. My eyes are glued to my husband as he reaches over his head and grabs ahold of the bedpost above him.
His muscles bulge and flex with the gesture. I drop my gaze to his chiseled chest, taunt stomach, and abs. Uri is more fit and ripped at forty-five than he was eleven years ago.
I bite back my smile as his tented towel grabs my attention as his dick begins to come to life. No issues there. If I wanted that baby, we wouldn’t have a problem making it.
“Eyes up here, love,” he says huskily.
I lift my gaze to his and he begins to give me a show. I cover my mouth to keep from laughing as he rolls his body like a stripper. He balls his fists in front of him and starts to slow hump the air.
