Page 34 of Hooked on Marshall

“How do you feel?”

“Amazing,” I giggle.

“Good,” he nods. “Just stay here and rest while I finish breakfast.”

I smile and nod. He kisses me and crawls off the bed. He’s wearing only his boxers, and I love it. But my rest turns into another nap. He wakes me up in time to shower and dress.And we head into the Alehouse together. Both of us with a large travel mug of coffee. And me with a container full of the breakfast he made.

As it goes, a good breakfast is very helpful for my work mind. And I plan on thanking him for it later.

Twenty-Five

I leave Lana in my office to work while I go about prepping for opening. Since it’s a Tuesday, we start out pretty slow. As much as I want to check on Lana, I force myself not to as often as I’d like. Mostly because I don’t want to smother her. And also so I don’t bend her over my desk and take her from behind.

Something that I’ve been thinking about since the moment we got here, and she bent over to pick up a pen she dropped. When I let out a low growl, she froze. Then she looked back at me over her shoulder before shaking her fine ass at me. That earned her a quick slap on said fine ass, then I had her in my arms for a delightfully hot kiss.

Just past one, she comes out of the back. I finish serving my customers and walk over to where she’s waiting for me with a bright and beautiful smile on her face. Since I’m dying to put my hands on her, I walk to the other side of the bar and slide my arm around her waist. She lifts her head for a kiss first. And I happily oblige her.

“Well? Do you have something for me, gorgeous?”

“I think so,” she giggles. “Take a look.”

I kiss her again first, then look at the paper she set on the bar. As soon as I see it, tears fill my eyes. Because I recognize the handwriting immediately.

“Oh, my God,” I breathe.

Somehow, she got a hold of Mark’s handwriting. Most likely from something in the office. And I always loved his penmanship because it was so unique. I called it consistently inconsistent. The shapes of the letters were always the same, but the variations in sizes made it look almost comical.

“Lana,” I choke out. “I love it.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” I nod as I pull her against my chest. “Really.”

“Good,” she sighs. “There was just something about Mark’s handwriting that called to me.”

“It’s perfect,” I tell her. “And I know my family will recognize it as his, too.”

She looks up and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I hum at the contact. When she pulls back, she gives me a crooked smile.

“So, I guess you’re okay with using this as the official script for the new name?”

“Absolutely.”

She lets out a quick hoot of delight. Then she kisses me again before disappearing back into the office. When it’s time, I take a break and eat lunch with her, delighting in how much progress she’s making with the new menus. She asks if there are any local businesses that could handle the signs on the building and the parking lot. So, I go through Mark’s files until I find the invoice. She starts to take it from me so she can call them, but I insist that she finish eating first.

“I can multi-task, you know,” she quips.

“I’m sure you can,” I nod. “But I came in here to eat with you, not watch you work.”

“Bossy,” she mutters.

“Careful,” I say in a low voice. “I might put you over my knee for a spanking.”

“Maybe I’d let you,” she fires back.

My cock hardens instantly at her response. And my palm itches to feel her under it. But not while she’s dressed.

“If I’m going to spank you, you’re going to be naked,” I say softly. “Then when your desire is leaking from your sweet pussy, I’d fuck you fast and hard from behind until you came all over me.”

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