Page 47 of Touch My Shelves

Even though I’m a bit sore, I spread them wider and he settles. “What ever will we do?”

“If you don’t know then I’m not doing it right,” he murmurs against my cheek as he inches in.

“Oh, I know what you’re doing. And then at the stroke of noon, I’ll turn back into just being your nanny.” I try to keep my voice light and playful as I watch the emotions on his face.

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Right. Perfect.”

I would be disappointed if I expected any type of discontent to show. Then he thrusts deep inside of me and I moan loudly, unable to remember my last thoughts. My head falls back on the pillow and I close my eyes.

His lips drop a kiss between my breasts and he warns, “Oh, no, precious. Eyes on me.”

I never knew how hot a demanding lover with an “eyes on me” kink could be or how much I’d love being bossed around. By my boss.

There’s something intimate about watching him fuck me. I love the way he licks his lips just before he comes, the way his face takes on a rosy glow, and his lips thin and then curl into a well-satisfied smile.

God, I love it when we’ve both come, he’s still inside me and, for a few brief moments when he’s looking deep into my eyes, we’re together. That sounds crazy because, of course, we’re together. His dick is inside me, but that’s not what I mean. It’s like we’re one… until he pulls out and I’m alone again. Just like I’m going to be when he leaves.

* * *

Bright and early Monday morning, I run down the stairs repeating the mantra to act normal. I can’t behave like I had mind-blowing and potentially embarrassing roof garden sex, followed by a night filled with coming so many times I lost count, andthenwaking up with more orgasms. Five hours of them to be precise. I need to forget all that and just be chill. Under no circumstances am I to blush as soon as I see him. That would be a dead giveaway.

There are multiple male voices coming from the breakfast room, which is good. Distraction is good.

I walk into the room to find Brax’s friends already seated, along with Freeya, who’s recounting her sleepover. Brax is over at the delicious-smelling spread, filling his plate. “Good morning, Poppy” comes at me from around the table. I return the greeting and make my way to the food set up on a polished wood buffet. Brax catches my eye and hands me a plate. Our fingers brush, whether by accident or on purpose I don’t know, but that small touch lights me on fire.

“Good morning, Poppy,” Brax says politely and I nod. That’s about all I can trust myself to do. Our gazes meet and he gives me a wink before going back to his seat, leaving me to make my food selections.

My hand shakes as I add eggs and bacon to my plate. I need to get it together and pretend the man didn’t have his tongue in my mouth and other places earlier.

I take my seat beside Freeya with Alec on the other side. A cup of coffee awaits me, poured by the ever-efficient Mrs. Ballard. Her goal in life seems to be sneaking in and out of places without being seen or heard. She’s very good at it.

“So what’s the plan for today?” Brax asks, as he takes a sip of coffee.

“We’ll be going to the store today to work. Me, on stocking shelves, and Freeya will be working on her lessons.”

Freeya doesn’t wait to offer a change in schedule. “But I would be happy to help you, Poppy. I know how much work you still have to do.”

I grin, wise to her attempt to get out of her schoolwork. “After your lessons, you can help. But I believe I remember a review happening today in math.”

Her precious little face falls. Yeah, she thought I forgot. “Oh, I remember now.”

“Do you need more help, Poppy? I’m available if you need any manly work done,” Eli asks and I get a dark glare from Brax.

“Right, I’m available too,” Alec offers, and Brax’s head whips around to include his friend in the dirty look.

“Well, don’t count me out,” Jack says with a smile.

I glance at Brax and find him simmering in his seat. He’s not one bit happy that his friends will be helping me out today. With a pleased grin, I pick up my coffee cup and take a drink. Today looks interesting.

* * *

Three hours later, I have my trusty clipboard with my checkoff sheet and pen as I walk around making tics and notes. Alec is shelving books. Eli is making final touch-ups with paint to the walls and trim. Jack is inventorying a new shipment of books that just arrived on the ferry.

They’ve gotten more done in three hours than I would have been able to accomplish working all day.

Freeya is closed up in my office, hopefully doing her schoolwork. All is good. Kimberly and Shy are coming by later to wash the front windows and tomorrow I’ll take down the brown paper that’s been concealing our work mess and put the window displays up. I eye the arched opening to the other store. I still need to hang drapes to close the other side off. At some point, I need to figure out what to do over there.

I giggle to myself, remembering Brax’s face when we all loaded up in his SUV and left him home to work on the final edits for his book. He wasn’t happy. I wonder if he’ll punish me for that when we’re alone. I enjoy his bossy ways so much, maybe I’d like that too. If it involves orgasms, I probably would.

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