His laughter rang out when she mentioned her mom and with a playful wink Mike's grin grew again. "Babe you know I could your mom into wearing a suit too if I tried. That woman fucking loves me, and can't resist the Rigs Charm." Okay so both knew that her mom would never be caught dead in a suit, but O'Hare really did have a way with pretty much all the matriarchs around. Whether it was because they all viewed him as being that baby bird that needed mothering; since his own mom had died when he was born, or just part of his innate charm, Mike had always managed to get away with far more shit that even AJ or anyone else for that matter. "Can always tell her that if you have to wear a dress then I'll be wearing one too...and no one want's to see me in a strapless number."
Just having her whisper into his ear; the fell of her breath against his skin, and the words suggestion too, drew out a soft whimper from the man...and Jimmy could feel how his body responded to that desire as he grew hard beneath her. "Fuck yes, babe. I'll take the heat if Mama get's pissed...missed you so much this last week, Jimmy."