Page 9 of Bad Boss

The days fly by as my limbs continue to heal. Physical therapy is kicking my ass, but I’m seeing huge progress. Last week, I ordered a ring for my girl. I hid it in my bottom drawer while I wait for the perfect moment to spring it on her with my proposal.

I’m sitting at the breakfast bar with my cup of coffee when I hear her footsteps behind me. “Good morning.” Lynette kisses the back of my neck, instantly waking up my cock.

“Morning, love.” I smile and walk over to make her a cup of coffee. After pouring a shitload of sugar and milk into it, I hand it to my girl. “How did you sleep?”

“Great. All that exercise last night exhausted me.” She wiggles her eyebrows, reminding me of our late-night exertion.

“And I plan to work you hard again tonight,” I promise her. “Ready?” I ask my girl. Last week, my office manager quit without notice, and Lynette stepped in to help me out. She’s been coming to the shop with me every day, and I’m finding that I can’t imagine not having her nearby. My girl is essential to me. Like breathing.

“Yep.” She grabs both our lunch boxes from the refrigerator while I hunt for my keys. “They’re hanging on the rack next to the door,” she calls to me.

“Thank you for keeping me on track.” I kiss the side of her neck as she walks by. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it.” She glances over her shoulder and teases.

As I hop into my SUV, I look over and see my bike parked in the third garage stall. The dealership delivered the brand-new bike a few weeks after my accident, and I haven’t even gotten the chance to ride it yet.

“Do you feel like going for a ride to the lake this weekend?” I ask Lynette.

“I’ve never been on a motorcycle before,” she reminds me.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” I wouldn’t let anything happen to my curvy little love.

We arrive at the shop and discover a shit show underway. Jerry forgot to enter several orders into the computer. I’m juggling pissed-off clients while trying to determine how to fix this mess. After a week from hell, we manage to put out all the fires and get my shop back in order.

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Saturday morning,I wake up to find my warm, cuddly girl snuggled against my side. I groan when I look at the time and realize I should’ve been up an hour ago. My desire to stay in bed with her wars with my need to get up and prepare for our ride. I have a few things to get done if I’m going to pull off my surprise. After quietly showering, I dress and head down to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. “Good morning,” I tell Lynette when she walks into the kitchen. As my girl stretches, her nightshirt rides up, giving me a view of her tan thigh and naked pussy. My good intentions fly out the window as my cock takes over.

“Good morning.” She squeaks when I lift her curvy little ass and sit her on the edge of the breakfast bar. “What are you doing?”

“Having my breakfast,” I tell her before dropping to my knees. Lynette groans and clasps the back of my head when I spread her pussy lips and run my tongue up her wet slit. She lays back on the granite countertop and digs her little heels into my back while I devour her sweetness. I almost come in my jeans when I press a finger into her snug center and feel her silky walls grasping my digit.

When she comes a second time, I stand up and drop my jeans down around my thighs. After pulling her curvy ass closer to the edge of the counter, I slide into her tight core and pause to get control of my fucking cock. As I pick up speed, my girl lifts her hips to meet my thrusts. Lynette arches her back and screams as she comes. Lights dance behind my closed eyelids when her sweet pussy drags an orgasm from me that lasts so long, I’m pretty sure I came two or three times.

“Holy cow,” she mumbles as I lay my sweaty forehead on her chest.

“Best breakfast ever,” I whisper against her soft skin and force myself to step back. My fucking jeans trip me, and I nearly fall on my ass. After pulling up the fuckers, I lift Lynette into my arms and carry her up to the bathroom. Our quick shower ends up turning into another marathon of lovemaking, and it’s almost noon by the time we dress and head out.

I can tell Lynette is unsure, but my brave girl hops on the bike without complaining. My heart lifts when I realize she’s a natural at riding.

I’m too keyed up to enjoy the ride. Today is the day. If everything goes as planned, my girl will be wearing my ring before the evening is over. It took luck and sneakiness to plan the perfect weekend for us. She has no idea we’re going to my hunting cabin for a romantic night away. After some begging, I managed to convince Hudson to do me a huge favor. He drove out to the cabin early this morning and set everything up for me. Of course, I had to bribe him with my tickets to the next three baseball games. Fucker.

As we fly down the highway, my girl grips my waist tightly. Her soft curves pressed against my back cause dirty fantasies to flow through my mind, and I almost miss the turn-off for the lake. I pull up in front of the two-story log cabin and park.

“Whose place is this?” Lynette asks as I help her off the bike.

“Mine.” I smile and take her hand. “It’s my little getaway.” Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lead her to the front door.

“Oh my goodness,” she gasps when I open the door. My brother came through. I see the massive vase of red roses sitting on the round dining room table and smile to myself. If Hudson followed my instructions, there’s champagne in the refrigerator and a large diamond ring hidden in the cookie jar. “You did all this for me?” she asks as I show her around.

“I had help,” I admit. “Hudson and Kat came out to set everything up.”

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” When she turns and wraps her arms around my waist, I see tears shining in her aqua blue eyes.

“I would do anything to make you happy.” I cover her soft lips with mine and pour all my love into the kiss. When we come up for air, I hug her close. “Let me give you the grand tour.” I take her soft hand in mine and lead her through the log cabin.

“This is beautiful,” she gasps as we walk around the large loft overlooking the main level.

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