Chapters (43)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Author’s Note
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Part Two
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Epilogue
- Epilogue Two
- Also by Natasha Bishop
- About the Author
“What a fucking way to start the day,” she says on an exhale.
“I can’t think of a better way.”
She hums her agreement. “So…you eat ass now. That’s new.”
I choke on my laughter. Leave it to Olivia to let that be the first thing on her mind.
“You didn’t like it?”
“Oh no, I fucking loved it. It just took me by surprise.”
I absentmindedly draw circles on her arm with my pointer finger, keeping my gaze locked with hers. “What can I say? You’re a four-course meal of fine dining. I think I’d be foolish to leave a single crumb on my plate, don’t you?”
Her eyes widen then her lids lower so she’s looking at me from under her lashes. “Very foolish. And you don’t strike me as a foolish man.”
I lower my head to nibble on her earlobe. “Glad you’ve caught on. I much prefer to savor every bite of my food.” I lick a trail down the smooth skin of her jaw and kiss her neck. “Taste every flavor.”
“Mmm. Wait, why four courses?”
Rather than answer her with my words, I trace each meal with my fingers. I reach around to press the pad of my thumb against her puckered hole. “One.” She mewls and arches her back into my touch. I take my other hand and cup her sex. “Two.” She’s so sensitive that her mewls intensify and her head falls back. I bend down to suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Three,” I whisper. I move both my hands up her body, ignoring her protests, until I reach her hardened dark-brown nipples and tweak them. “Four.”
“Oh, so the courses are just the places you can stick your dick.” She means for this to come out threatening but her voice is too breathy to do the job. All she succeeds in doing is making my dick hard for her again, imagining sliding between her breasts, her lips, her pussy, and her ass. My tongue lavishes her right nipple until I hear a soft moan and then I suck and bite it while massaging the other with my hand.
“That was me being generous. Really, I could feast on every part of your body for the rest of my life and never feel more full. I could survive solely on the taste of you.”
She swallows hard. “Well fuck, I’m hungry. What do you want for breakfast? You’ve definitely earned the right to make requests this morning, and we’re both gonna need our strength today.”
She slips out of bed and pulls her panties back on before kissing me long and hard and sashaying her way out to the kitchen.
“Yeah, so I thought I’d retire and become a fisherman. Get a big-ass boat and set sail.”