list . He scrubbed his face with his hands then returned to the bedroom to slide in beside Delainey, pulling her gloriously soft body to him and holding her tightly. Her curves fit snugly against him, his cock resting perfectly between the cleft in her ass as if it were meant to go there.
If he were a different man, this might’ve been his life, with this woman. He didn’t want to give the idea oxygen but he did anyway. Delainey was a good woman — the kind you married. The fact that she was just about as insatiable as he was in the bedroom was the cherry on top. Just being pressed against her roused his rooster but he was content to allow his eyelids to drift shut. Hell, this was probably gonna be the best night sleep he’d had since forever.
Enjoy it while it lasts…things gonna change quick enough.
***
Delainey awoke the next morning, sore in all the right places and happier than she’d ever been. She stretched like a cat basking in the warm summer sun of an open window and a sigh drifted from her mouth. In spite of her drowsy happiness her mind immediately went to the mountain of work that awaited her. Her clients didn’t care that she had a bad ass biker sex god hiding out in her house, all they cared about was if their project was done on time. Oh, screw that. She had plenty of time to worry about work. She wanted to get out of the apartment, that much she knew. Bronx looked like a sweet little boy, all the worries wiped from his face as he slept. In comparison, she probably looked knocked out on narcotics when she was asleep, drooling and snoring, but of course, Bronx looked adorable. So unfair. She rolled to her side to watch him sleep. Was that weird? She wasn’t sure. Probably. But she didn’t care. When was the last time she had such a gorgeous man in her bed? Oh, wait — never. As if sensing someone was watching him, Bronx’s eyes popped open. When he saw it was her, a slow, lazy smile spread across his sensual mouth and she was tempted to brush a kiss across his lips. “You’re up early,” he said with a sleep-roughened voice. “Everything okay?”
“No complaints. How about you?”
He chuckled. “All good over here. Your bed’s far better than mine. Slept like a baby.”
“Well, I did spend quite a lot on this bed,” she admitted, remembering the exorbitant price tag. “I spent my entire bonus on a big project that I’d finished early for a client. I figured having a good bed was a solid investment.”
“I agree,” he said, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. “So what’s on your agenda today?”
“Well, since you asked… I was thinking about getting out of the apartment for the day. What do you think about that?”
He regarded her with open interest. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I was thinking about packing a picnic. I think it’s going to be a nice enough day to go up to Lake Harvard. I know a really nice spot that’s fairly secluded and it’s only about a 45 minute drive away from here. How does that sound?”
“A picnic? By a lake?” He rubbed the stubble on his chin, thinking. She wished she could catch a glimpse of what was running through his head right now. Did he hate that idea? Did bikers not enjoy picnics by the lake? She bit her lip as she waited. Just about the time she was going to rescind her offer, he agreed with a shrug. “What the hell, I could use a change of scenery.”
A big smile followed her wash of relief at his agreement. “Okay, then it’s time to get out of bed, lazy bones,” she said, switching into get-up-and-go mode. “We need to shower and I need to pack our lunch. Do you have a preference for your sandwich, ham or roast beef? Or both?”
He chuckled. “Whatever. As long as there’s coffee, that’s all I care about right now.”
Delainey nodded and started to climb from the bed but he grabbed her and pulled her back. “Actually, I lied. There’s something else I would like before coffee.” He pulled her in close
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