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him as she came. His orgasm followed as her body held him tight, wringing every last drop of pleasure from him.

7
    The paper gown crinkled as Miranda shifted on the examination table. The nurse had warned her the doctor was running late, but she needed the annual all clear to renew her prescription for birth control pills, so she’d opted to wait. She’d rescheduled the appointment thanks to Cal’s marriage game and had taken her last pill this morning, so she couldn’t put off the visit any longer.
    She sighed and refreshed the email on her phone. When she finally made it to the office, she’d have to slip into the Monday morning debriefing and needed to be prepared. The latest message didn’t come from work, but from Cal’s lawyer.
    With a shake of her head she opened the email. For the last three weeks she’d been fielding all sorts of unnecessary paperwork. Nothing had proved useful until today, when she’d been able to use his medical insurance to cover the co-pay for the office visit.
    “Another life insurance policy?” She spoke to the empty room. From the drone of her doctor’s voice next door, she knew she still had time to kill. Cal’s lawyer was also his godfather, and she had half a mind to call his home number since the man never returned a phone call.
    One last time, she dialed his office, and again was offered his voicemail.
    “It’s imperative that I speak with him immediately. Tell him Miranda Rose is on the line. I’ll hold.” She looked down at her pink Just Married toes. She needed to make time for a pedicure before she went to New York next weekend to visit Cal.
    “Miss Rose? Mr. O’Roarke is in a meeting. Why don’t you—”
    “Tell Mickey it’s Miranda Kerr, Callum’s wife.” She didn’t have time to play phone tag anymore.
    “Oh, of course Mrs. Kerr. Just one moment.” Celtic music filled the line.
    Mrs. Kerr. As if. She spun the diamond on her finger. She’d taken to wearing it with the stone toward her palm. It kept people from staring.
    “Miranda, how are you?” Mickey’s jolly voice would have been welcome if he’d responded to any of her previous calls.
    “I’m a little annoyed actually. Is there a reason why you’re screening out my calls?”
    “I don’t know what you mean. I don’t have any messages from you.”
    “Let’s not play games. I’ve been calling and emailing since you started stuffing my inbox with tax forms and insurance policies.”
    “There isn’t a single message on my desk from Miranda Kerr.”
    She clenched her fist to hold back the groan. “That’s because Miranda Kerr is a supermodel. I am not. You of all people should understand that, Mickey O’Roarke.”
    “Touché. But it is easier if you accept the name, at least in personal matters. What you use professionally is up to you.”
    “I don’t need your permission, or approval. Cal and I will keep our property and bank accounts separate, so I don’t need my name on his titles or to see his finances unless he is in some kind of trouble. Please apprise your team accordingly.”
    “Yes, Mrs. Kerr.” The smile shone through his voice.
    “Are you enjoying yourself, Mickey?”
    “Immensely.” The old man had the nerve to chuckle. “Callum said you’ll be in town next weekend. Are you staying in the city, or heading out to the Hamptons? Vera and I would love to have you both to dinner.”
    “If you’re offering to be a buffer for my obligatory visit with Bridie, you have a deal.”
    “She’s not the typical mother-in-law, but she’s part of the package.”
    “She is indeed. About all these life insurance policies. It’s excessive, especially with me as the beneficiary.”
    “Callum is an intellectual asset, so there are policies for each of the businesses and the trust as well. They’re given to you to provide for the companies and for any minor children.”
    Good night, he was on the same team as Bridie. “We’re not having kids.”
    “It’s a protection in case