Page 49 of Waiting Forever
She glances in the direction of her class.Looking for him?
“What?” she asks, sounding impatient.
“We missed our lunch date at Sugarloaf yesterday. I thought we could go today.”
“You have work.”
“I do, but I get a lunch break every day, too.”
“I can’t do lunch. I have to stay after for a test.”
Is she trying to blow me off, again? For Baby Blue Eyes? “We could do brunch then and go between your classes. Or I could take one of the girls from the office and bring you a to-go order of those amazing raspberry lemon pancakes I told you about.”
Her lips tightened when I mentioned taking a girl from the office, but now, she’s licking those lips, thinking about those pancakes just like I’d hoped.
“I can go. But the pancakes better be as good as you say they are,” she warns with a playful smirk.
“Oh, they are. You’ll be thanking me the whole way home and begging me to take you for more.”
Desire shimmers in her pretty eyes. She bites her lip and the Hummer grows ten degrees warmer. I hadn’t meant for that to sound sexual, but it did, and she liked it. Time to kick her out before I get myself in trouble. “You better get going.” I nod toward the building in the near distance. “You don’t want to keep your friend waiting,” I remind her. Because it’s clear she’s forgotten him, her attention solely on me.
“Right. Okay.” She fiddles with the door handle, her cheeks flush with a glow that wasn’t there a moment ago. “See you in a little.” She sends me a sweet smile and climbs out.
Take that, Mr. Blue Eyes.
* * *
“ARE YOU GOING to eat that?” Kensi uses her fork to point at my plate of eggs Benedict. “Or do you want some of my pancakes? I have plenty left.” She forks the half-eaten stack. “You can’t seem to take your eyes off them.”
It’s not the pancakes that have my attention. It’s her. I shift in my seat and tug at my pants for the third time since she started eating. “I wouldn’t dare take those pancakes from you.”
If I did, I’d miss the sex show. Kensi eating pancakes is like porn. From the moment she moaned with her first bite, I’ve been unable to do anything else but watch her lick, suck, and make love to her fork. Her sounds alone had my cock stirring in my pants; add the visual and I’ve been rooted to my seat with a semi.
This is a family establishment. People of all ages surround us, enjoying their food. Thankfully, the restauranthas poor acoustics and is noisy as hell. If it weren’t, we may have been kicked out. I’m not complaining. I’m in agony, but I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world.
She takes another bite, letting the fork linger in her mouth as she closes her eyes and moans with delight. A moment later, she slides the utensil through her lips and chews her food with her eyes still closed.
I’m taking her for pancakes every day.
* * *
ON WEDNESDAY, I can’t get away to take Kensi to brunch like I hoped. Thursday and Friday are the same.
I spend the weekend making sure employees—two bodyguards, three ex-Army Rangers, and two former FBI agents who left for better pay—are where they need to be at all times. Along with providing security systems and managing protection for businesses, we provide security staff for events. A presidential candidate who’s in town hired us for additional protection. It’s the biggest task I’ve been given since joining the family firm. The hours are long, but it’s the perfect opportunity for me to prove my worth to my dad and Uncle Bryce.
By Monday, I’m too exhausted to even take Kensington to school. I don’t even argue when she says Azure can take her, though I dream about tying her to my bed to keep her from going and having my sweet way with her body.
On Tuesday, I spend the day on a conference call with my dad and Uncle Bryce, going over the event and the success of the weekend. They are beyond proud of me. It feels damn good.
Wednesday, I’m stuck at the office in a virtual meeting, learning about new features and updates we’re adding to the security systems. I need to know the information like the back of my hand before I can explain it to existing and potential clients.
Thursday is day two of the virtual meeting and by Friday, I’m desperate for time with Kensi. I miss her smile, laughter, and smell. A few moments in the morning when I drop her off for school is hardly enough.
I’ve been so busy, she’s been walking home after her classes or getting rides with that guy, Azure.
When my phone dings with a text from Kensi, I jump up and almost knock over the chair. There was a fire on campus and her afternoon classes are canceled.
I respond immediately.Are you okay?
