“What do you need to do?” she asked.
“Ridge suggested a meditation studio. Maybe the yard can accommodate that too.”
She didn’t hesitate.
“With windows?” she asked. “So Wynter and I can check on you and feel secure.”
He kissed her on the tip of the nose.
“I’m good with that. That way, we can meet in the morning, and be done with the day.”
“Will you also be meeting with your wife for her daily dose of pirate?” she asked.
He laughed.
“I have bad news for you, Bishop. Sex with Ridge in my head doesn’t take my sex drive down. It amps it up. You’re definitely getting with child. Bet on it.”
She leaned into him, and kissed her pirate. When she was done, she stared into his eye.
“He means something to you.”
Lucian was honest.
“Like with you, he means everything. My soul doesn’t differentiate. It just knows that here, on this plane, you’re mine. On that one, he’s mine. I love two people. I hope that you can get to love him too.”
She touched his cheek.
“I already do, Mr. Monroe. I’ll love and protect him for my husband. Build your meditation studio, and enjoy yourself. As your partner, I want your life easier, not more difficult.”
For that, he was grateful.
She wasn’t done.
“You look worn out. You should go back and get some sleep. I’ll be with Genesis at the police station. Her boss is gunning for her, so I want to keep her company. She needs backup to close this before he can fire her. I don’t believe for a second he’s not planning to do just that since she put in her notice.”
Yeah, especially after what they were about to do.
That was for damn sure.
Because he needed her, and always wanted Bishop to know the truth, he kissed her.
There was that heat.
When he broke away, she stared into his eye.
“You, me, and some sex, my queen,” he said as she was pressed to him.
Being Bishop, she went there.
“Want to do it in a church?”
Trey didn’t miss a beat.
He couldn’t help himself.
He enjoyed busting ass.
“YES. CAN. I. WATCH? WANT. ME. TO. GET. YOUR. BOY. TOY? YOU. CAN. HAVE. A. THREE…”