Page 82 of Lips On My World

“I’d do anything for you. Come on. Let's finish eating and open some presents.”

We quickly eat, clean up the kitchen, and make our way to the living room. As I sip my coffee, I watch as Josephine hands out gifts to the fur-babies. Runt is utterly clueless as to what to do with all the shiny packages around her. Hades has to show her how to rip everything open, but once he does, the two go to town, creating a field of confetti on the hardwood floors.

With the dogs entertained, Josephine fills my lap with presents. I laugh as the tower grows over my head. “I think you did some damage to our credit card.”

“Shut it,” she says teasingly. “Open them.”

Josephine has truly spoiled me. New biker boots, jeans, biker gloves, sunglasses…the list is endless. The last gift has me confused. It’s a black leather notebook. Had I not opened it and seen the blank pages, I would have thought she gave me a bible.

Mystified, I look at my woman. Josephine appears nervous, wringing her hands. She swallows before speaking. “Your dad had a journal to record major milestones with your mom and you… I thought you might like to continue the tradition with our family.”

Overcome by a swell of emotion, I damn near choke. This woman understands me on a microscopic level, knowing things about me before I do. The fact that she thought of this blows my mind. “It’s perfect. I can’t wait to write about you and our boys.”

Since I was gone on the mission, I left Jared in charge of the most important gift. The guys put it in her office yesterday when we were at headquarters. The other gifts I’d been sitting on for a while. She likes the spa crap and lingerie, but she loves the leather cut I designed with ‘First Lady’ on the back and ‘Pixie’ embroidered on the front.

Josephine immediately tries it on. Instantly, I get wood—she looks hot as hell. It clings to her petite frame like a second skin, accentuating the curve of her breasts.

“Holy hell, woman. You were made to wear that cut.”

She throws her arms around me and I am lost in her love. When her hand slips into my sweatpants and wraps around my erection, I war with myself, pulling away. “We need to stop. I have one more gift to give you.”

“You sure do, and it’s in your pants.”

I throw my head back, booming with laughter. “Okay, make thattwogifts.” I take her hand and lead her toward her office. When I open the door, she walks inside and screams. The dogs tear off, barking like mad at the unseen threat.

“Does that mean you like it?”

Josephine has been using the same second-hand tiny drafting table she had since college. The thing was falling apart, held together with supporting two-by-fours. How she was able to do the work she’s done on the piece of crap is baffling, but she sure as hell will have no issues with this new one.

She bends over the large drafting desk, hugging it. “I’ve wanted this table for years.”

Seeing her bent over with her bootylicious-ass on display wearing her cut has me hypnotized. With only one thing in mind, I walk up behind her, caging her in with my arms on either side of her body. I lean over her, pushing my steel pipe against her ass, and whisper in her ear. “Time to give you the gift in my pants.”

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