We’re in agreement as we sit to eat this feast of a meal. The Bishops have always accepted me as their own, and that hasn’t changed. No one mentions the drama that led us to this point, and it’s almost as if it never happened. As they ask me questions about work, Knox switches the vibrator on and off, but I keep a straight face like a pro.

After we finish eating, I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. As if Knox knows, he turns it on, and I lose myself with my back pressed against the door. Now I have to walk back in there and look his parents in the eye without giving anything away. Though I’m sure my flushed face will be obvious. I take a few more minutes to catch my breath, but when I’m out in the open, it clicks on again.

Motherfucker.

I sit on the couch, cross my legs, and listen to Kaitlyn chat as Kane and Knox clean the kitchen. It’s nearly unbearable sitting, so I get up and excuse myself.

“Are you almost done?” I ask Knox with a popped brow, hoping he gets the insinuation.

“No, maybe you can finish real quick, and then we’ll be on our way.”

“Huh?” Kane looks confused, but I got the message loud and clear.

“I mean, help us finish,” Knox reiterates.

I grit my teeth and stand next to him as he loads the dishwasher.

“Next level, baby,” he whispers and cranks it as soon as Kane leaves the room. “What’s the count?”

“Two,” I pant, knowing I’m about to lose it again.

“Make it two more, and then we can go.”

I tuck my bottom lip into my mouth, knowing anyone could walk in at any moment. He leans in and kisses me as my body explodes in pleasure. Each orgasm is more intense than the previous.

“I can’t wait to reward you later,” he taunts.

“If you keep it up, there won’t be a later,” I breathe out heavily once it clicks off.

“Oh, sweetheart. Pretty sure I have some ropes with your name on it,” he drawls.

Kane returns, and I sit on the barstool, watching them put up the leftovers. I probably look like a ghost from all the blood that’s rushed through me, but Knox gives me a break until we make it to the B&B.

As soon as I hug his grandma, he turns it on. I’m going to kill him!

Then while I try to hold a conversation with Harper, he puts it on full speed. I open my mouth, but no words come out.

“Everything okay?” she whispers, searching my face.

“Yes.” I swallow hard, crossing my legs again, but it’s no use. “Go ahead, tell me about the new scent.”