Page 74 of Barristers & Bones

He grinned. “No problem. I’ll make myself scarce and head over to Gideon’s for poker night then. Have a good evening.”

The house smelled like sauteed garlic and butter when I walked in. Following the sound of soft music, I found Luna in the kitchen where she’d hooked up a little speaker to her phone. Luna had been here one day, and the house already felt more like a home. As I watched her, she bent over and looked through a drawer, her shorts riding up her heart-shaped ass. My cock instantly hardened.

She straightened and smiled when she saw me. “Hey, good timing. If you’re hungry, I just put chicken breasts and asparagus on the grill.”

I didn’t use my expensive as fuck, built-in grill and outdoor kitchen often, but it sounded perfect tonight. “Whatever you’re cooking smells delicious. I’ll change and come help.”

She’d pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, and my collar around her neck gave me a dark satisfaction. It’d been a while since I came home and just relaxed. When I walked back to the kitchen, she stood out by the grill, so I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and headed outside.

Luna held a pair of tongs, and she pointed them at me. “This grill and the entire outdoor kitchen area are amazing. You have a pizza oven, for heaven's sake. Ezra has a nice grill, but nothing like this. Do you even use it? It looks brand new.”

I poured the wine and handed her a glass. “Not often. Do you want me to bring the plates out or grill the chicken?”

She took the glass and sipped. “Thank you. If you’ll watch the grill, I’ll bring the rest of the food out. Is that bar there a rotisserie?” She pointed inside the outdoor oven. “And can you cook with wood too?” She motioned to a few features I’d never used before. I told her what I knew and suggested she read the manual. She nodded as if she really planned to read the damn thing.

When the chicken was done, we ate at the outdoor dining table and she told me about Sylvie’s makeup consultation with the Sawyer sisters.

“They got into a bitch-slapping fight in Sylvie’s office over which shade of lipstick they thought their mother would prefer.” She shook her head. “Everyone processes grief in a different way, I guess.”

“Sylvie has a strange career, and you’re her assistant. You and your friends are the most interesting women I’ve ever met.”

“Not me. I’m about as vanilla as they come.”

She didn’t know how wrong she was. “When do finals start?”

“In a few weeks. They shouldn’t be too bad this time, but I’ll have to disappear for a while to study.” As long as she crawled into my bed every night and let me have her sweet little pussy and lush body, I could live with that.

As we talked and ate, I stared at the collar around her neck and the ring on her finger. Lust and need swam through me, and I wanted to shove the plates aside and throw her onto the dining table before sinking my cock into her addictive heat. I knew Luna would never be a plaything I’d share with my partners. The thought made me see red, even though I’d never cared about sharing before.

“Are there any updates about Lionel Strack?” she asked.

Pulling myself out of my dark thoughts, I sipped the wine and sat back. “No. He’s still missing, but we have half of Vegas looking for him.” I started to refill her glass, but she held a hand up.

“Oh, that’s enough for me. I want to study for a couple of hours tonight.”

It was the start of the weekend, and I knew she really wanted to hide in the guest bedroom and avoid me to put some distance between us.

I smirked and set the bottle down. “Do you know what I want to do?”

She gazed at me warily. “No, what?”

“Go swimming with you.”

“I don’t think Alexa and Sylvie packed me a swimsuit.”

Standing, I peeled off my shirt and threw it on the chair. Then I pulled down my shorts and stepped out. My semi-hard cock jutted in front of me, and I lazily stroked it while she watched helplessly.

“That’s fine. Then I won’t have to peel it off you. Would you like to swim with me?”

She stared down at my length and bit her lip. A flush crept up her chest and spread across her cheeks. I fucking loved her pale, soft skin and those sparkling green eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered, gazing at my shaft.

Taking her hand, I wrapped it around my hard cock and squeezed. “You have too many clothes on.” I let her hand go and grasped the hem of her shirt, then pulled it up over her head, careful of her elbow. Reaching around her, I unclasped her bra and removed it, then pulled her to standing and pushed her little shorts and thong down her legs.

“Step out.” She kicked the shorts away and reached for my cock again. Her small, soft palm tortured me as she squeezed and stroked my length. She finally let me go when I turned her toward the pool steps.

I refilled her wine glass and followed behind her, watching her sweet ass move as she walked. She glanced around, as if afraid someone would see us, but my house sat on a large, sloping lot, and the backyard was completely private. I’d paid a fuck-ton of money to make it that way.

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