Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He snorted. “Sure, let’s go with that.”
He was such a brat…but he was my brat…and maybe he’d end up being Cohen’s brat too?
Chapter 21
Cohen
“It’s going to be great, but I promised Ian a fabulous dessert…and he’s probably going to want another orgasm, but I can figure that out.” Bishop threw himself at me before I’d even finished opening the door.
He was beyond excited…and not making a lick of sense.
Dessert?
“Desserts are a good reward.” Was that what we were talking about? Somehow it led back to orgasms, but I had a feeling I’d missed something in his exuberant entrance. “Um, I take it the muffins turned out well?”
Once a very tired Ian had been tucked into bed, Bishop had spent quite a while texting me and telling me all about his day…and all about how cute his boy had been during bath time.
“Yes, your idea for adding in the extra chocolate and berries was great.” Bishop looked at me like I was the best Dom in the world, but all I’d done was told him how to perk up a packaged muffin mix.
“I’m glad it worked out.” Giving him a quick kiss, I decided to circle back around to the excited ramblings. “So…what did you mean about dessert?”
We could talk about the orgasms at some point too.
He blinked and I could see his brain resetting like a computer. When it finally clicked, he perked up again. “Oh, yes, dessert. I have to talk to you about that.”
Bishop swallowed and his smile brightened to a manipulative degree. “Let’s go sit down on the couch, Sir.”
Oh, this was a Sir moment, huh?
“Of course.” Giving him another quick peck, I smiled and played along like I hadn’t noticed anything amiss.
He even took my hand and started sweetly caressing my fingers. “You were such a wonderful Dom last night. I appreciated all your help and how understanding you are.”
Had he robbed a bank?
I was starting to see why several of his friends always started conversations asking him what he’d done.
“Thank you, pup.” As I sat down on the couch, he knelt between my legs, snuggling close and smiling at me like I was amazing.
It was definitely a setup.
But he was so cute I couldn’t be mad…I could, however, be suspicious and a bit manipulative too.
Before he could launch into whatever scheme he had going, I smiled tenderly and stroked his head, caressing down to cup his cheek. As I leaned in and gave him another peck, I kept my tone soft and loving. “I’m very grateful I have such a sweet pup who is such a wonderful communicator.”
He groaned and huffed as he crossed his arms. “Don’t try that with me. That’s my job.”
Laughing, I flopped back on the couch and grinned. “Then don’t start it with me. What did you do, pup?”
Pouting, he sighed. “Why does everyone always say that?”
I just scoffed and waited.
It only took a few seconds for him to sigh and shrug, his sheepishness finally poking out. “I…well, I want you and Ian to go to dinner with me…together…tonight?”
Really?
I thought back to his excited rambling as he’d walked in the door. Desserts. Orgasm bribes. Ian had already agreed to it?
One look at Bishop’s face said I was right…but I wasn’t sure what he wanted out of this.
“Alright.” Doing my best to look relaxed and controlled, I nodded. In the grand scheme of things, this wasn’t completely unexpected. “Where should we take him? You said he wanted dessert?”
If that was an important bribe, then…
“How about we go back to that Italian restaurant? It had a couple of different options.” I wasn’t usually the type to randomly browse the dessert menu, but Bishop had a sweet tooth, so I’d been paying more attention lately.
“That’s a great idea.” He beamed, looking excited and a bit relieved. “I’ll text him in a few minutes and tell him the plan.”
Hmm.
“How about you do it now so he’s not too distracted?” Or worried or obsessing…
“Okay.” Bishop sat up and dug out his phone, taking a moment to tap out a message, smiled, and then surprised me by taking a quick picture. “Ha, that’s perfect.”
Groaning, I shook my head and tried not to smile at his antics. “Did you just send him my picture?”
“Of course. He had to see how sexy you are so he’ll want to come even more.” His beaming smile was utterly genuine as he nodded. “You were looking stern and I got a great angle of your dick.”
Good grief.
I knew I shouldn’t…but I did.
“Why does he need a picture of my package, pup?” His wicked grin said the answer was going to be completely inappropriate.
“One of his first questions about you was if you were big or not. He’s kind of a size queen and he was super excited when I told him you were hung.” Setting his phone down, he popped up on his knees and leaned in to give me a quick kiss. “He appreciates that you let me share what we do.”