Page 137 of Bad Bishop

I was keeping her brothers waiting, but I didn’t care. I found myself increasingly caring less and less about what happened outside my bed, and the woman inside it.

Pushing off the wall, I advanced toward her.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Something to hold you over until I come back.” I took a seat on the edge of the bed, seizing her chin and tilting her face up. “And Iwillcome back, Lila. That’s a promise.”

She tore her gaze from mine, seized the bag, and rummaged through it. Lila wrenched the vibrator out, frowning and examining the box from all angles, like it contained ancient ruins.

“I won’t be here to help you fall asleep.” What the fuck was stuck in my throat, and why couldn’t I swallow it? “So I bought this to keep you company.”

By my wife’s expression, she was ready to hurl the vibrator at my head. I waited for her shock to subside, then asked, “Do you want me to show you how to use it?”

She didn’t say anything for a long while. Then, finally, she signed, “I’m an eighteen-year-old girl with access to the internet, Tiernan. I know how to use a vibrator. I’ve probablywatched more porn than a millennial watchedFriendsin their lifetime.”

I gave her a blank stare. Then, incredibly, I started laughing.

And I meanreallylaughing. The kind of laughter that bubbled from the pit of your stomach and utilized every muscle in your body.

I never laughed. Barely even smiled before Lila came along.

She watched me with a proud grin, taking pleasure in her conquest.

“Besides, all these times, I didn’t fall asleep because of the orgasms.” She shook her head. “I fell asleep because I was in your arms and finally felt safe.”

Her words struck a place I didn’t know existed inside me, so I decided to change the subject.

“Does this mean your online shopping includes sex toys, and I bought this in vain?” I gestured to the vibrator between us.

She shook her head. “I don’t have any toys. You’re always available when I…” She stopped, considering how to put it. “Want to go to sleep.”

“Feel free to use me for power naps, too.”

“I’ll let you know how your gift measures up in comparison to you.”

“Then I better remind you how good I am.”

My mouth came crashing down on hers, my tongue plunging between her lips, and I could taste her misery, the sadness born from my leaving, maybe for good.

It only made me more fucking feral for her. I tugged at the front of her pink frock, unbuttoning the silvery buttons until the dress spilled and pooled around her waist like a puddle, without breaking our kiss.

After unclasping her bra, I let it fall across her arms, cupping her tits. I reached down to taste one of her nipples. It dampenedwith warm milk. A shock of primal pleasure made every single hair on my body stand on end.

I pressed my hand to her spine—her back slim, every vertebra pronounced—bringing her closer, twisting my tongue around her nipple, using my teeth to tug at it teasingly. She tipped her head back and moaned, fisting my hair.

Her breathing quickened. I trailed my tongue along the blue veins of her tits. Sucked the other nipple. Another burst of sweet, warm milk on my tongue. My hand snaked down her waist, moving between her legs, brushing her panties to one side. I found her core, spread her arousal along her lips and her clit, and rubbed it in a circular motion, using two fingers to spread it open.

Lila’s mouth latched to my throat, sucking hungrily, leaving a mark. She sank her teeth into it, then moved her lips along my pulse soundlessly, thinking I wouldn’t understand what she was saying.

You’re destroying me, and I’m too far gone to care.

I pulled her in and kissed her cheek to keep myself in check. She tasted like my sweet ruin, my absolute downfall, and still, I gulped her up, manically, aching for more. I was on the brink of doing something I couldn’t fucking afford.

Staying. I wanted to stay.

I’d never veered off target. Starting now was a dangerous precedent.

I playfully stuck my tongue in her ear and gave it a lick, before nipping on the lobe of her ear. She giggled and squirmed.