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No man had ever gone down on me like Bishop. He had a true oral gift. This time he had me arching my hips and crying out his name without even using his fingers. His tongue was masterful in the way it was able to be soft and hard and gentle and forceful almost all at once.

After I came, I eased him up off the shower floor. I wanted him inside me as soon as possible, and I was glad to see his cock was already at half- mast again. “Take me now,” I pleaded.

“Jesus, I love it when you beg.” Bishop bent down to slide his arm behind my knees; then he swept me up into his arms.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Taking you to my bed.”

“That’ll be a first for us,” I mused. After the many times we had been together over the last few days, we had yet to have sex in a bed.

Last night, we had ended up on the floor of the living room after starting out on the couch. I had slept with him in his bed last night, but that was after we had already exhausted each other.

Bishop gently laid me out on top of the comforter. He stared down at me with both tenderness and obvious hunger. I spread my legs wide before him, urging him to take me. He groaned before turning to dig a condom out of the nightstand. Once he had it on, he covered me with his body.

His lips crushed against mine as our tongues battled frantically against each other. “Hurry, Bishop, I want you inside me,” I panted against the corner of his mouth.

Bishop took me by surprise by rolling us over and bringing me up to straddle him. “You take me,” he commanded.

When I took his cock in my hand, he groaned and bucked his hips. I quickly rose and guided him between my legs. Slowly, I eased down on the length of him. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out from how wonderful him filling me felt.

I began to ride him slowly at first. Rising off him and slowly coming back down. Bishop’s hands fondled my breasts. He massaged and kneaded them until the nipples were hardened peaks. As I began to move faster, he rose to take one of my breasts in his mouth. He alternated between my breasts and teased and sucked the nipples asI bounced on and off him.

Changing our position, Bishop sat up in the bed, and I wrapped my legs around him. His hands came to cup under my buttocks, and he worked me on and off him. In this position, we could kiss, which made it all the more pleasurable to me. Sex seemed more intimate when his lips were on mine. It wasn’t long before I was tensing up and crying out his name. He then flipped me onto my back and began pounding in and out of me. He came with a shout.

Later, as we lay tangled in each other’s arms, I knew there was no going back. I had to do whatever was in my power to make sure Bishop remained a free man. Even if I lost my job, I couldn’t risk a life without him. Regardless of how quickly it had happened, I had fallen in love for the very first time.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: BISHOP

After such a monumental three days together, I hated to see Samantha go back to work on Tuesday. I would have preferred to stay in bed with her for an entire week. But it wasn’t just about the sex.

No, it was so much more.

It was our conversations, the way we could laugh together, the way she put me at ease. I also loved the fact that she got along so well with my family. I’d never thought about how important it would be to have a girlfriend who appreciated both my MC family and my blood family. Hell, I’d never thought about a girlfriend, period. Samantha fit right in with both of them.

Of course, I had to get back to work myself at the garage. I was sure that if I had asked for more time, Rick would have given it to me. But I hated to leave him when he was getting the new mechanic settled in. The new guy actually had twenty years of experience.

Unlike Marley, he didn’t have too much to say, which made me miss the guy even more.

After thinking about her all morning, I couldn’t stop myself from calling Sam on my lunch break. When she answered on the third ring, I smiled into the phone. “Hey you.”

“Hey yourself.”

“Just wondered how you were doing.”

“Good. How about you?”

“Good.”

“Do you miss me? Is that why you called?” she questioned teasingly.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do miss you, but I also had another reason to call.”

“Mmm, that’s so sweet. I miss you, too.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“What’s the other reason why you called?”