One Bossy Offer (69)

“So text your parents and tell them we’re working late. We’ll swing by and pick up the dogs.”

“Oh my God, no. I’m not ruining whatever multimillion-dollar penthouse you live in with fur and Doberman drool.”

“That’s why I have housekeeping,” I tell her. “And if you get your cute ass in the car right now, it’s not too late to have someone drop by and bring them a few new bones to keep them busy. Now move, kitten.”

She giggles. I win this round.

My hand swats her ass, ushering her out the door.





I can’t believe I was so worried about leaving Jenn sore.

I wake up stiff as a board and aching the next morning, but every bit of pain was worth it.

Proud new memories of the way I savaged her for hours come back to me, wrecking her with one stormy orgasm after the next.

The night ended with her bouncing on my cock while I pulled her hair like reins.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Even as every muscle below my waist protests, there’s one that’s still ready for more.

And there’s one more beating with a strange, irregular rhythm that alarms me every time I look at her.

She could be a pinup model, hand to God.

The light seeps in through my bedroom window the next morning, framing the angel lying next to me in a halo of morning.

It’s almost too magical, and I’m not a man who gets easily bewitched.

Her cinnamon-red hair glows around her face.

The rest of her could slay me a thousand different ways with her softness, her creamy skin, her unearthly shudders when she comes apart, impaled on me.

My comforter is pulled over one side of her, but one arm and leg stick out adorably.

I kiss her on the forehead, get up, throw our clothes in the wash, and start to ponder breakfast as my stomach growls like a bear. There wasn’t much appetite for dinner last night during our six-hour sex marathon.

Hell, I’m not even sure what she likes. Though if the late Lottie Risa’s cooking was any clue, I’m sure scones have been a normal part of her breakfasts since she was knee-high.

I pull up an old recipe for blueberry scones I have bookmarked on my phone and set to work.

Thirty minutes later, soft footsteps announce her arrival.

“Miles?” Her voice is soft and high-pitched, almost nervous as she wanders down the hall.

“I’m in the kitchen.” Right. We didn’t exactly stop for a tour last night. “Just keep walking straight. It’s on your next right.”

She greets me with a kiss on the cheek, wrapped up in a throw blanket.

Perfect timing.

I pop the scones in the oven and turn to face her, throwing my arms around her before I drink her lips again.

“Good morning, kitten. You sleep all right?”

“Yeah.” Her face turns crimson. She bites her bottom lip and looks down. “But I—I can’t find my clothes.”

“Everything’s in the washer.”

“Huh? You do laundry?” I answer with a shrug as she cocks her head, tossing back a bashful grin. “I guess I’ll have to stay wrapped in a blanket?”

“You don’t have to. I’m more than willing to have you enjoy the morning naked.”

Her blush deepens.

“No way! I just meant—well—maybe I should stay in bed until my clothes are dried?”

“Bed. I like that idea.” Growling, I pick her up, carry her to my room, and lay her down on my bed. “I set a timer. We’ve got twenty minutes before breakfast is served.”

“But it’s already daylight! We’ll be late.”

“I’ll let the boss know. He’s a hard-assed prick, but I think he’ll understand a little downtime with a pretty lady.”

The way she giggles carries me to heaven.

I stretch her out on the bed slowly, taking my sweet time kissing every inch of her. “You’re not too sore for this? We went hard last night.”

“No.” She blushes again. “Not much.”

Thank God.

My lips work long and slow, then I untuck the blanket around her, baring her to me in all her naked glory.

She smiles. “What are you doing?”

“The hell does it look like?” I kiss down her neck to her tits, pausing to suck each pert nipple soft. “This is your wake-up call. The coffee can wait.”

She laughs and strokes my face with her hand.

“You’re such a dork, but I’m glad you approve...”

Approve?

I could take the next week off and spend every waking minute deep inside her. It’s only my last frayed thread of sanity that keeps me from actually doing it.

Turning my attention back to her nipples, I suck harder and she sighs.

I fucking love how responsive she is to every touch. Her body makes the most exquisite music, this song of pleasure I jealously write all over her.

Soon, her sighs become moans.

One lazy moment is all it takes for her to go from innocent angel to the sexiest hellcat I’ve ever hauled into bed.

My lips roam low, skimming her soft belly, dipping down to the sweetness between her legs. I only stop to inhale her, to fill my lungs with Jennifer Landers until I can’t.

When she moves her thighs together shyly, I push them apart again and dart her a look.