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“I can’t just stay here, Bane. We’ve been over this.”
“I won’t want to get rid of you, Wren. Jesus, do you know how amazing it was to know you were in my bed last night, that I was going to wake up beside you?”
“I get that, Bane, but how do you know you’ll still want me. What happens when the gloss wears off, and you’re left with a thirty-two-year-old woman with only twelve dollars in her bank account and a failing dog grooming business?”
He was silent for a moment, and I nervously took a shallow sip of my coffee while I waited. “Little Bird, I don’t know how else to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it, okay?”
I nodded, suddenly unsure.
“I don’t give a fuck about any of that. It’s you I want, and if that means I get a thirty-two-year-old woman with twelve dollars in her bank account and failing dog- grooming business, then that’s what I get. I wantyou. All ofyou.”
Mrs. Bellinger cleared her throat like she’s got something caught in there but didn’t turn around.
A few minutes later, she placed two plates in front of us. “I’ll clean the bedroom while you two eat,” she told us, disappearing from the kitchen.
“She’s very discreet.” I took a bite of my eggs and bit back the groan. They were amazing.
“She is.”
“How long has she worked for you?”
He wiped his mouth with a napkin Mrs. Bellinger had placed down onto the counter and took a sip of his coffee. “A few years now.”
We finished our breakfast quietly, simply enjoying each other’s company.
“What time will you open the shop?”
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. “About eight thirty, I think.”
“So, we have about an hour before you have to leave.”
“I guess so.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”
Pushing away my plate, he scooped me up and kissed me hard. He tasted like bacon and coffee, and I pushed my tongue farther into his mouth. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I groaned when his erection hit my pussy. I rubbed myself against him, earning a slap on my ass.
“Wait,” he chided.
“I find it hard to wait with you, Bane,” I admitted. Where were we going, anyway?
He walked us into the bathroom, and I got a glimpse of a smiling Mrs. Bellinger as Bane shut the door.
“I’ve already had a shower,” I told him when he started the water.
“Not with me, you haven’t. Besides, I plan on tasting your cunt again before you leave.” Pulling the sweats down his legs, I appreciated the view of his bobbing cock for a moment. Before he could tell me to get naked, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Wrapping my hands around his cock, I leaned forward, but he pulled away with a hiss.
I looked up at him with a frown.
“No,” was all he said.
“No?”
Pulling me up, he held me close. “You’re never to be on your knees for me, Wren. Never. It’s me who has to worship at your feet.”
A thrill went through me at his words, but still, I asked, “Why?”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I never want you on your knees in front of me.”
When I simply stared at him, he drifted his fingers down to the hem of my shirt and inched it up my torso. Pulling the fabric up over my head, he teased my puckered nipples through my bra with his mouth before sliding my shorts and panties down my legs. His knuckle rubbed gently over my pussy, making me rock into the touch.
