Page 40 of Bad Boy in Her Bed

He wasn’t a picky eater.Growing up with empty cupboards and bare fridges meant he was usually content with whatever food he had available.He tried to cook for River and Grey, but his skills and time were limited, so the boys became connoisseurs of frozen dinners and pizza delivery.And with no access to home cooked meals to compare to, they didn’t realize they were missing out on anything.

He wolfed down the meal while she opened the other two containers, laughing when he picked up a slice of cantaloupe from one and abandoned the quinoa for a bite of cherry cobbler.

“Slow down or you’ll choke,” she warned, tossing her hands up when he shook his head and continued to gorge himself.

Mrs.Carter’s cobbler was damn good, but the array of fresh fruit hit him hard in a way he hadn’t expected.

He always kept fruit and vegetables on hand for his brothers.Bananas and oranges could be peeled, apples and strawberries bitten, blueberries and grapes eaten by the handful.

But their fruit wasn’t presented.Not like this.

He never thought to slice the apples or cut the tops off the strawberries.Grapes were eaten off the vine.And they ate what was in season, not the array of seven fresh fruits Mrs.Carter sent which weren’t yet in season.

“You’re looking at the peach slices like they framed you for murder.”

Snapped out of his zoned-out stare, he grinned up at Jocelyn.“Sorry.I’m not used to eating anything that isn’t takeout, instant, or put-on-a-cookie-sheet-and-bake-at-three-fifty-for-thirty-minutes.”

“Well then lucky for you, my mom is already making meal plans around your appetite,” she laughed, holding her phone out to show him Mrs.Carter’s text asking for his favorites, his dislikes, and his allergies.

Downing the last of the fruit, he leaned back in his chair.“Damn, that was good.Thank you.”

She hopped off the desk and collected the empty containers.“I’m going to run these out to the car.When’s your next appointment?”

“Half an hour,” he replied, getting to his feet to walk her out.“All I have left on the schedule are a few draft drawings to finish up, if you’re bored and want to hang out here or something.”

Leading him to her car, she unlocked it and set the empty bowls on the passenger seat, catching him when he glanced down at her skirt as it rode up an inch.She smirked at him and cocked a brow.“I wouldn’t be a distraction or anything, would I?”

Already busted, he took a moment to appreciate the hint of cleavage her loose black shirt provided as it slid off one shoulder.“If you’re not around, I’ll be distracted thinking about you walking around town all hot and sexy in that outfit anyway.If you are around, I’ll be just as distracted, but you can get all bossy and demand I focus.”

She took his hand as they walked back into the shop.“So what you’re saying is I should have worn sweatpants and a hoodie.”

“Sweatpants are easy access and hoodies make me think you might not be wearing a bra underneath.”Tugging her toward the back of the shop, he nudged her into a corner out of sight of the glass entrance.“So what I’m saying is you’re smokin,’anddistracting, and we have twenty minutes before my next client walks in.”

Chapter Eighteen

Jocelyn rolled overto grab her phone and silenced the Monday morning alarm while Birch groaned beside her.His strong arm wrapped around her hips and pulled her tightly to him.

“Time for me to reenter the real world,” she murmured, as she pushed her ass against his morning wood and he slipped his hand between her thighs.“I have a conference call at nine.”When his fingers began circling with the perfect speed and pressure, she closed her eyes.“Make it good, fast, and quiet.”

She liked quickies.There was something about the frantic heat that turned her on, even if she rarely got off.

But back at his shop Friday afternoon, Birch had taken her quickie bar and set it so high no other man would ever begin to reach it.

Whether it was his natural sex appeal keeping her primed whenever he was around or how responsive he was to her body, when he wanted to take her fast and hard, he had her on the brink within minutes.

She reached up to grip his bedpost as he entered her from behind and she whimpered his name when he trailed his fingers up her spine to her hair, grasping a handful and tugging.

“I fucking love that sound,” he growled in her ear, his other hand working her faster as her body began to tighten around him.“I want to hear my name on your lips when my head’s buried between your thighs tonight.”

“Yeah?”she panted, meeting his thrusts as he dove deeper inside her.“You sure you have another night in you?”

Flipping her onto her stomach in one move, he grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her at a punishing speed.The angle was building an incredible new sensation in her, setting her on fire when he slid one hand back to her nub and pinched.

“Holy fuck, Birch,” she moaned as every nerve in her body lit up.The orgasm radiated from her core and combined with the one his fingers coaxed out to curl her toes.Her grip on his bedpost faltered, her body completely under his command as he showed her no mercy.She knew she was babbling incoherently while she begged him for more, begged him to stop, and demanded he fuck her harder until his rhythm faltered and he let out a low, guttural groan.

He collapsed to her side, pulling her along with him while he caught his breath, his arms in a vice grip around her.

“To answer your question,” he finally panted into her hair, his voice hoarse.“Yeah, I have another night in me.”

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