Deeply Hers – Carmichael Security Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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I scoop the box up under my arm, and hook my other through Cormac's, marching him back to my dressing room. "Sit your butt right there," I growl, pointing at a chair.

He sighs heavily and shuffles over to it, dropping into it like I just asked him to walk the plank.

I stick my nose out into the hallway and motion for one of the security guards. "Can you take this back to the kitchen and tell them my son won't be needing their lobsters after all, please? They can keep his money."

"Uh, of course." The security guard takes the box without asking any questions.

"Thank you." I beam at him and then push the door closed, marching across the room to grab my phone. I dial Gideon.

"Hey, Sparrow."

"You need to come and deal with your son, Gideon."

"What'd he do this time?"

"I caught him trying to release live lobsters on the stage."

"What the fuck?" Gideon laughs. "Why?"

"Because he's a crazy person just like you!" I huff, flinging one hand up. "He doesn't like what I'm wearing."

Gideon's laughter dried up lickety split. "What are you wearing, Sparrow?"

"Clothes, Gideon. Come and get your son."

He growls at me, but I hang up on him.

Five minutes later, he sails through the door, eyes narrowed at me.

"Fuck no," he says, instantly going into caveman mode. "You're not wearing that fucking dress on stage, Kenna."

"Yes, I am, Marine."

He stalks toward me, his eyes glittering with possessive jealous. "Take it off before I take it off of you."

"Cormac is sitting right there."

Gideon whips his head in Cormac's direction. Somehow, our son looks smug and dejected at the same time. He knows he's in trouble. But he also feels vindicated.

"You," Gideon growls. "Go wait in the hall. We're going to have a conversation as soon as I'm done talking to your mom."

"Yes, sir," Cormac says, hanging his head.

I bite my lip, trying not to crack. Somehow, I always crack. Gideon knows it. That's why he's in charge of keeping our son under control. I'm a pushover. I start out strong and crumble every time Cormac's little lip wobbles.

He means well. He's just spent nine years watching his dad and overprotective uncles. The Carmichael blood runs strong in his veins. When he's older, it'll serve him well. But at nine, it's getting him into all sorts of trouble.

He shuffles out, leaving me and Gideon alone.

"You aren't wearing that dress."

"Yes, I am, Gideon."

He hauls me up against his chest, his erection pressed against my stomach. "Fine," he growls, plunging his hand into my hair. "Then you better be ready to handle this situation as soon as you get off the fucking stage, Sparrow."

"I have things to do when I get off stage."

"Don't care. You're coming right back here and you're going to bend over that vanity like a good girl and let me get a taste of you. Once you're finished screaming my name. You can do whatever else you need to do. But not until." His eyes glitter with intend. "I mean it, Kenna. Don't make me come and find you."

"You're so bossy!"

"Yeah, I am." He nips my bottom lip. "And that's exactly why you put that fucking dress on."

He's not wrong. I love driving him crazy. It's been ten years, and I still can't get enough of this man. I never will.

"You better go deal with your son."

"Why is he always my son when he's causing problems?"

"Because he's mine when he's an angel."

Gideon chuckles, pulling me into a deep kiss. "Where the fuck did he get lobsters?"

"The kitchen. Memphis gave him the money for them."

"Fucking Memphis," Gideon groans, making me laugh.

It's not the first time Memphis has caused problems around here. It probably won't be the last. The man is complicated.

"You need to tell him that he can't be telling me what to wear, Gideon. I mean it. He's only nine. He doesn't need to be worried about what I'm wearing or what I'm doing."

"I'll talk to him, Sparrow," Gideon promises, kissing me again. "You go on out there and do what you need to do. I'll handle Cormac."

"Okay." I hesitate. "Take it easy on him. He means well."

Gideon chuckles, pressing his forehead to mine. "I fucking love you, you know that? You're too goddamn sweet for words."

"I love you too," I whisper, meaning it more now than ever. This man is my heart and soul. There isn't a single moment I regret with him. And no matter what happens or which of us leaves this earth first, I never will regret it.

He's my world. And I know I'm his, too.

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