More Bang for His Buck (5 page)

He turned his head
slightly toward me. “Did you like it?”

I
raised up, supporting myself on one arm, and kissed him lazily. My full breasts pressed against his arm. “Mmhmm.” I had. There had been an intensity I’d never felt, a thrill deep in my core at following his commands.

“Good. Because I was
restraining myself.” He smiled.

My heart fluttered.
“Oh really?”

In answer
he kissed me, stroked my hair.

“I’m intrigued.” I confided.

***

I’d considered going home but
laziness won out. Instead I entwined myself in Rick’s luxurious sheets and slept, his arms wrapped around me.

When I woke in the morning he wasn’t in the bed.
I showered in the ensuite bathroom, then wandered the apartment, and found him in the kitchen, wearing only boxers, and making what I thought were supposed to be pancakes.

“Good morning, boss.” I said, sneaking up on him and
snaking my arms around his chest. “Shouldn’t we both be getting ready for work right about now?”

He laughed. “Yes, we probably should.”
He put the spatula down, turned off the stove, and turned around to take me in his arms. “But you don’t have to worry about that. You can take your time today.” He kissed me gently. “I have a new apartment lined up for you. I’ll take you to see it later.”

I smiled. I had forgotten about that. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move, but I would take a look.
It couldn’t hurt.

“
Thank you for last night.” Rick said quietly. His blue eyes were serious, even if there was a half-smile on his face.

“Thank
you
for last night.” I replied.

“I mean it.” He said. “
You’re everything I want in a woman. I think you are just what I need, Jessie.”

Melting against him, I wrapped my arms around his neck
. “I’m glad. I enjoy pleasing you. I want to help you. However I can - work, or otherwise.”

His smile widened, and I could tell he was
pleased by my words. Then he grew solemn again. “One thing, Jess…”

I raised my eyebrows enquiringly.

“I don’t like to share.”

“Few men do.”
I grinned. “Besides,” I added truthfully, “I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

He toyed with my hair,
eyes wandering over my face. “I’m glad. I want you to be all mine.”

Then
I sat up on the kitchen bench next to the stove. Rick fed me one of his pancakes, which were awful, and I told him so. He kissed the syrup off my lip, and we were lost in each other for a while longer.

“Are you mine?” He murmured
in my ear, as my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Yes,” I answered
wholeheartedly.

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