Page 43 of Bishop

“I’ve never really had a man do something like this for me.”

He kissed the side of my face and I relaxed into him even more. “Emmy, I wanna take care of you if you’ll let me. I know you’re strong and independent and smart. But I still want to provide for you…”

“Hey, that is sounding dangerously close to some sort of commitment,” I giggled.

“Good,” he whispered. “By the way, have I told you how good you look when you’re wet.”

That got my attention and I turned to see his nasty ass had started grinning.

“We have about an hour before dinner and I’ve never done it in a tub this size,” I returned his grin with a lustful one of my own.

Before I knew it, I was straddling him and sinking down onto his very hard dick.

Thirty-five minutes later, after the water had grown cold and I’d orgasmed twice, Zane’s phone had started to ring. I could tell he was annoyed when he stepped outside to take the call.

He was even more annoyed when he returned.

“What’s wrong?” I asked from under the sheet.

“Something happened at the club,” he winced.

“Really? We just got here…” Disappointment had entered the chat.

“I know but look. I want you to enjoy yourself. Go to dinner. They’re having a gumbo and I’ve heard it's the best in the state…”

We stared into each other’s eyes. He eased in and kissed me.

“I promise, I’ll be back in a flash. Just going to see what is happening and get everything on track. You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

Easing up, I kissed him again and rubbed at his face. “Be careful and hurry back to me.”

“I will, I love you, Stank.”

For a second, we just seemed to stare at each other and a deep blush bloomed on his face.

“You don’t have to say it back right away, but I wanted you to know,” he dropped a kiss on my head and I sat there wishing I was sure of my own feelings.

After a few more reassuring kisses, he got dressed and left me. I lay around in a thick fluffy white robe while episodes of the Golden Girls played. Every once in a while, I would glance out towards the lake watching the water rise from the storm.

Deciding to get dressed, I pulled on a pair of jeans and hoodie along with my yellow raincoat and yellow rain boots. By the time I made it to the main area, the scent of gumbo had my mouth watering. The host with the wandering blue eye smiled.

“Is your husband coming?” He asked.

“No, but he’ll be back shortly.”

“Well, the gumbo was expertly crafted for tonight, everything is from scratch,” he stated. “If you’ll follow me to the dining area.”

He waddled like a penguin from around behind the check in counter. The outfit he was wearing really seemed out of place and confining.

If one of the shiny black buttons suddenly sprang and gave way, it could put someone’s eye out.

A fireplace crackled nearby and the smell of gumbo wafted through the air as we entered the dimly lit dining room.

“The other guest has checked in,” the man smiled. “Perhaps you two can dine together. I’ll bring the food right out.”

Slipping my rain coat off, I placed it on the back of my seat. Sitting down at the rustic wooden table that seemed to be carved from the same wood as the bed, I pulled out my phone and saw a text from Zane.

Miss you already,it said.

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