She giggles. “Like an oxygen mask?”
Reaching for her, I drag her up my body. “Exactly.”
“What if I smother you?” Her playful grin is radiant. “I might do it on purpose.”
“I wouldn’t mind a bit. Death by pussy is a fine way to go.” She places her knees on the pillow on either side of my head, and I take a long lick up her center. “Mmmm, feeling better already.”
Mindy shivers and grips the top of my hair. “Shut up and eat your breakfast like my good boy.”
Fuck me.I think I see why calling hermy good girlturns her on so much because the wholemy good boything was hot.
I slap her ass, and she yelps.
“Stop that hovering shit. We need to get a good, tight seal with the mask,” I demand. I tug her down onto my waiting mouth and plunge my tongue inside her. She rocks against me, and I can’t help but smile at the tiny noises coming from her.
Pulling my tongue out, I dip my index finger into her wetnessbefore sliding it around and between her ass cheeks. “Is this okay?” I ask when I circle her back hole.
“Yes,” she groans.
I breach the tight ring with the tip of my finger and go to work with my mouth on her sex. “Hold on tight to the headboard, sweetheart,” I tell her between licks as I gently finger her ass. “I’m about to blow your mind.”
“So what are we going to do about this?” Mindy asks, waving a finger between us as Antonio drives us to the golf course.
Pulling out my phone and tapping on the screen, I find the message I’d drafted. “I was working on this email to HR while you were getting ready, but I wanted to run it by you before sending it. It’s generally frowned upon to have relations with your assistant, but I explained that we had a previous relationship and have decided to rekindle it.”
“Relationship?” she asks, taking the phone and quirking a brow at me.
“That might have been overstating it just a bit, but it should be fine. They’ll call me in and give me all kinds of legal warnings, and then they’ll talk to you to make sure you don’t feel coerced or anything like that.” I rest my hand on her knee. “I don’t think it will be a problem. I’ve been employed by the company since I was a teenager and never had so much as a warning for any kind of misconduct. And even though you’ve been there a little less than five months, your record is stellar as well.”
“I was late that one time,” she frets, adjusting the bill of her red cap. I purchased her all the golf clothing she’d need before we left the golf course yesterday.
I roll my eyes. “You really think I actually put that in your formal employee file?”
Her mouth drops open in shock, and I do my best not to think about what she was doing with that delectable mouth an hour ago.
“You were never trying to get rid of me,” she accuses, and I heave out a sigh.
“I tried to tell myself I was, but deep down, I think I knew I was fooling myself.”
“You had me fooled too,” she says, shooting me a side-eye before looking down at my phone. Her eyes roam over the email twice before she begins editing, changing a couple words before handing it back to me. “How about that?”
I read it over and nod. “Better. Nice use of the word volitional.” My thumb hovers over the send button. “We all good?”
Mindy inhales and exhales a long breath before offering me a breathtaking smile. “All good.”
Sending the email feels like stepping into a new chapter of my life, one I can’t wait to explore. “We’re now officially official,” I say.
She leans forward and calls to the front, “Hey, Antonio, since it’s officially official, I wanted to let you know Remi and I are dating.”
He flashes her a wink in the rearview and chuckles. “I am utterly shocked by this news. Congratulations to you both.” He makes a right turn into the parking lot. “How are you playing it for the cameras today?”
Mindy’s hazel eyes meet mine in question. “We should probably tell our family and friends before we make it obvious we’re dating on live television, right?”
I don’t like it. Now that she’s mine, I want to hold her hand or touch her whenever I feel like it, but she’s right. “Okay, no PDA,” I grumble.
“Ah, who do we have here?” Antonio asks, pulling up to the curb where I see…what the fuck?
“What’s your mom doing here?” Mindy asks, leaning over me to peer through the dark glass of the back window.
