Page 80 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

And in the soft glow of the lighthouse, I fall madly in love with Liberty Hill.

There are only two days left till Christmas, and today is my last day of work at Mercato. Yes, I’m still going to be involved in the family business as a member of the board of directors, but Silvia is going to step into the VP job until Leo retires.

I feel so fucking light and free as I walk out the door of the office building. My phone pings, and I smile when I see Nana’s name.

Nana Viv: Your girl called to get my lasagna recipe. Let me know how it turns out.

Goddamn, my heart is full right now. And so is my cock. Is it weird that I’m turned on by the thought of Libby cooking my grandma’s recipe?

On a whim, I stop and buy a bouquet of daffodils wrapped with a big yellow bow before heading home. I gave Libby a key to my house because she likes writing on my back porch, and I’m happy to find her car parked out front when I arrive.

I enter quietly and hear singing from the kitchen. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch Libby’s cute little ass swaying as she browns ground sausage on the stovetop and croons a sultry version of “Santa Baby.”

Her blonde ponytail bounces with her movements, and I smile. Libby manages to be sexy and adorable at the same time. Scooping some of the meat onto a saucer, she blows on it before squatting down and setting it on the floor.

“Here ya go, my little nugget.” Ace gobbles the snack and ogles at the woman rubbing his head. “Is that good stuff, buddy?” His tongue lolls out as he grins.

Libby continues her singing as she moves to the sink to wash her hands. While she’s drying them, a pop sounds from the stovetop, and she squeals.

“Shit, the sauce!” Rushing to the stove, she attempts to stir something in a large pot, but red splatters plop up from inside and make a huge mess. “Fuck you, stupid sauce,” she growls, grabbing the handle and moving the pot from the burner. The odor of burned tomatoes reaches my nose.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to smell like that.” At the sound of my voice, Libby yelps, snagging a knife from the counter and whirling around. “Easy, killer,” I say with a laugh, holding my hands out in front of me.

When she realizes it’s me, she sets her weapon down. “Dammit, Riggs, you almost gave me a heart attack,” she complains before her eyes fall to what’s in my hand, and she smiles. “Did you bring me flowers?”

“No, I brought them for that poor sauce you murdered,” I tease, striding toward her and handing her the flowers.

Her smile when she buries her nose in them makes me want to buy her every flower in the world, and I can’t help but be struck by the difference between Libby and Lucinda. I’d bought my ex a huge bouquet of imported, very expensive white rosesonce, and she’d complained that it was only two dozen. Libby, on the other hand, has tears in her eyes over a simple bouquet that cost me around forty bucks.

And it’s a million percentnotabout the money. I have plenty of that and don’t mind spending it on my girl. It’s about the entitled attitude versus the appreciative one.

Libby’s pretty eyes lift to mine, and she flashes me a chagrined smile. “Thank you, Riggs. I love these so much, but I probably don’t deserve them since I ruined the sauce.” She turns to frown at the mess on the stove, but I cup her chin and force her to look at me.

“Liberty, you could burn every single thing you cook for the rest of our lives, and I’d still want to shower you with flowers.”

A blush of pink rises on her cheeks. “But it was Nana’s?—”

I shush her with a soft kiss on the lips. “I know, and thank you, baby. That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” I press my mouth to hers once more, just because I fucking love doing it. “And we’ll start over and make the sauce together… after…”

“After what?”

“Glad you asked,” I say, tossing her easily over my shoulder. She squeals, and I turn off all the burners and stride toward my bedroom. “You have sauce in your hair, so I’m going to clean you up. But first I’m going to get you nice and filthy.”

“I don’t get this kind of service at the salon.”

I smile around the nipple in my mouth as my fingers dig deep into Libby’s scalp. Releasing her with a pop, I stand to my full height and guide her beneath the rainfall shower spray.

I purchased all Libby’s favorite shower items, and she has her own shelf in my luxurious shower. The smell of her tropical shampoo surrounding us has me hard against her stomach. As soon as she’s completely rinsed, she locks her eyes with mine and sinks to her knees.

“Libby, you don’t… have… to…” My words falter as my gorgeous girl licks a languorous stripe up the underside of my rigid cock.

“What were you saying?” she asks with faux innocence, just before wrapping her lips around the head of my erection and sucking.

“It wasn’t important,” I pant. “Please carry on.”

Her smile is pure wickedness a second before she takes me to the back of her throat. “Goddammit, your mouth is heaven, Libby,” I groan, slamming a hand against the black diagonal shower tiles on the wall.

And it is. She knows the perfect amount of suction I like, and the way she constantly moves her tongue against my aching dick is fucking captivating.

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