I might have fallen in love after just one night, too, but I wasn’t talking about the goddamn mattress.
I stepped forward, wrapping my hands around Lennox’s hips and pulling her close. “I’ll tell you anything you wanna know. All you have to do is ask,” I whispered in her ear. Goosebumps spread over her skin as I let my lips trail along the edge of her hairline and down her neck. She smelled like me after spending all night in my arms and my sheets.
I fucking loved it.
She turned, placing her hand in the middle of my chest, andpushed me away. Her cheeks were flushed, the reddish-pink hue reminding me of the color her skin turned after I smacked it the other night.
I tried to come right back, but she brought the spatula between us and pointed it at me. “The bacon’s gonna burn if you don’t stop,” she said.
I plucked the utensil out of her hand and lunged forward, gripping her waist and setting her on the counter next to the stove. She squealed and protested, telling me to stop, but I didn’t. “I don’t give a fuck about the bacon when my new favorite meal is sitting in front of me. Besides,” I paused, grabbing the last two pieces off the frying pan and plating them, “it looks like you were already done.”
Lennox dropped her head against the cabinet with a thud while I situated myself between her legs, showing just how much I wanted her. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me over the past few days. I’d never thought about sex as much as I did when I was with this woman. Now that I’d tasted her, I couldn’t get enough.
I dropped to my knees, pulling her forward a couple of inches so her bare pussy was in front of my face. I pressed kisses along her thigh, making my way toward that sweet apex between her legs. “Bishop…”
My name was a goddamn prayer dripping from her lips as I let my tongue trail lazily across her exposed clit. I loved how it peeked out between her lips, demanding attention I was all too happy to give.
I looked up from between her legs, enjoying the way her chest heaved. She bit down on her bottom lip as I sucked. A stifled moan broke free, igniting the fire in my blood.
I didn’t give a shit what was happening outside this moment—didn’t care that I had workers looking for me, or that we both had a mile-long list of things we needed to get done. Not whenher legs began to quiver as I slid two fingers into her aching cunt.
Lennox blew out a breath, and I paused. “Sore?” I asked, and she nodded.
“It’s, uh, been a while. She isn’t used to so much attention,” Lennox admitted.
God, I loved that.
“Want me to make it feel better?” She nodded again, that same heated flush creeping across her cheeks. “Let me take away that ache and replace it with something better, sweetheart.”
I didn’t wait for her reply as I softly took her clit between my lips, rolling and sucking on it until she was squirming in front of me. My fingers moved in slow thrusts with each slight lift of her hips. I matched her tempo, letting her find what felt good and taking notes for the future.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, tangling her hands in my hair. The grip stung slightly, but the pain felt so good. The pain meant she was getting exactly what she needed from me. “Bishop… Oh my god.”
Her praise was the only encouragement I needed. Before long, I felt her pussy clench and her legs shake as she came with a soft moan. It was taking everything in me not to stand up and fuck her senseless, but I could exhibit a little bit of self-control. If there was one thing I wanted to make clear, it was that I wasn’t in this for the physical shit.
Don’t get me wrong—I could spend my entire life making Lennox come, but this was different. It was something more.
I wanted to stay up too late talking and spend lazy mornings between the covers. I wanted to take her grocery shopping and make a list of all the snacks she liked. Most of all, I wanted her to know that I’d be by her side come hell or high water.
Pressing a quick kiss to the inside of her thigh, I pushed to my feet. She watched as I brought my arousal covered fingers tomy lips and sucked. Those blue eyes grew molten, just as they had the last time I’d done it. I was glad it wasn’t a one-time thing because I was looking for any excuse to taste her.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” I taunted, throwing her a wink before I helped her down.
Lennox chuckled, shaking her head as she grabbed two paper plates and loaded them with cold, limp bacon and potatoes I hadn’t noticed until now. “And people say I’m the troublemaker,” she said, looking around. “Will you grab two forks?”
“No one really gets to see this side. Work is work, and I don’t have many friends outside of it.” She turned around with a bemused look, walking past me toward the small dining table. “What?” I asked, following her.
“I can’t believe you think you don’t have friends,” she said, plopping into one of the old wooden chairs. I handed her a utensil, watching as she ravenously dug into her breakfast. “I mean, I get you’re the boss and everything, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have friends.”
I pulled the chair out next to her and took it, following suit. “Eh, they’re obligated to be nice to me. I submit their paychecks.”
“Not true,” she fired back. “Those hands aren’t obligated to do anything but follow orders and get shit done. They’re nice to you because you’re nice to them. Tell me, how often do they ask you to do something, and you turn them down?” I opened my mouth to tell her it never happened, but she stopped me. “And don’t tell me they don’t because I’ve heard it.”
Okay, fair point. She had me there. I was asked at least once a week to come to their monthly poker night. Just yesterday, Keith told me they’d be holding it this weekend since we were rounding up cattle and moving them closer for branding. “Maybe a time or two.”
“So, why don’t you go?”
“I don’t know. Figured they were just asking to be nice. Whowants to hang out with their boss after work?” It’s not like I was much fun to begin with. I wasn’t what people called the life of the party.
