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Chapter 14

Saturday Evening

Bo's arms slid around me from behind startling me from the robotic trance I'd fallen into while seasoning steak. Her breasts pressed into my back. The warmth of her body enveloped me, permeating deep into every cell. God that was a great feeling.

"Are you okay?" Her voice held a genuine concern as she spoke low and soft.

My eyes fluttered shut. I took a big breath then let it out slowly through parted lips as I took a second to enjoy being in her arms. The scent of her light vanilla perfume made me feel more at home than grandma's cookies. I loved the way it lingered too, making sure she was always on my mind even when she was gone. "Sure. Why?"

"Umm." Her hands covered mine, quieting their weird, nervous massaging of beef they engaged in. "Because you've been rubbing seasoning onto the same steak for five minutes. I think the others are getting jealous." She let out an awkward laugh. "Heck, I think I'm jealous."

Her attempt to disrupt my inner monologue worked and I had to smile. She knew me so well. "Sorry, I guess I got a little lost in my head."

"Anything you want to talk about?" She squeezed me tighter and rested her chin on my shoulder.

The comfort that accompanied her body flush against mine made me sigh. In an instant the tension eased from muscles I didn't even know I'd clenched. Amazing. Hope her calming effects worked on my parents tonight too. "No. I just want dinner with my parents to go well."

"It will." She kissed my cheek. "I left bratty Bo at the office."

"Mmm, well it wasn't her I was worried about, but good to know."

Bo worked her way down my neck, peppering my skin with gentle nips and open mouth kisses. "I love this shirt on you," she mumbled, but cared nothing about the shirt since she was tugging the collar down in the pursuit of more skin.

My body was humming. That never took much with Bo. I arched back into her. "Yeah? Thanks. It's one of my favorites."

"Mine too. That shade of green..." She kissed the tip of my shoulder. "Makes the little flecks in your eyes shine." Again her lips graced my skin, but this time moving up. "And the cut of the sleeves." Her mouth claimed my ear lobe. "Really show off your arms." She ended in that spot just behind my ear that drove me crazy, swirling her tongue in a way that set me ablaze. "You got some hot guns babe," she whispered low and husky.

Fucking Bo. How was I supposed to not have sex with her right here and now?

I swallowed hard and struggled to find my voice. "Careful, talk like that might get my parents a repeat of their last visit here." My worlds trembled, betraying themselves. I didn't care about my parents. Bo had me wound so tight at that point and not much else mattered.

Bo froze, her lips dusting across the heated flesh at the corner of my jaw that was screaming for her attention. "Tempting as that may be." She tipped her head up to me. "It would be pretty darn hard even for my charm to overcome a second meeting like that. Besides, aren't they supposed to knock now?" She stood straight up, putting some space between us.

Dammit. Why did I say anything? We could have had a quickie and probably been done before my parents arrived. Ugh, right, my parents. I said I didn't care if they caught us, but in truth I'd be mortified. I still hadn't gotten over the last time. Sex would have to wait, despite my body's protests to reconsider. But that would only be possible if she stopped touching me like that. "Yes. Yes, they are." I stood taller as well, trying my best to show her we were done playing hormonal teens for the moment.

"Good, so I can do this then." With a mischievous laugh her hands darted under the edge of my shirt. Blunt nails drug against my skin and her tongue tasted the sweet spot along my collar bone that turned me to putty in her arms.

I struggled to escape her teasing fingers, giggling like crazy, but it was useless. There was nothing I could do to suppress the sound it pulled from me as I sunk back into her body twitching and laughing while she tickled me mercilessly. She'd found that perfect balance between making me want to beg her to stop and yet, beg her for more. "You're so-" Oh my god I can't even talk I'm giggling so hard. "You're going to- pay- for this," I choked out between gasps for breath.

Her hands drifting dangerously lower was her only response to my threat.

I could so easily let her have her way until they arrived, but that would just lead to embarrassment. In my opinion, however, a fate worse than embarrassment was to suffer unbearable horniness while forcing a smile for my parents for hours on end. Was horniness even a word?

So many decisions. Fucking Bo.

I knew what I had to do, even if it wasn't what I wanted. I had to stop this before we got to the point of no return. With Bo that was usually about five seconds after we touched. Composure. I needed composure. And air. Air would be good.

I grabbed her hands, gripping them tight enough that she couldn't escape while I caught my breath. "You can do that," I husked between heavy breaths. "In fact, I'd love to encourage you to do more than that, but my parents may be greeted to a rousing chorus of "Fuck yeah!" I threw my head back and panted hard and loud, turning on my best fake orgasm ever a la "When Harry Met Sally." Bo froze, but I continued on, "Oh god, right there. Don't fucking stop!"

I slumped in her arms when I finished, smiling to myself as I continued my heavy breathing. That was a satisfying performance, even if did antagonize my own burning need for her to take me shamelessly on the kitchen counter like last time.

Bo was silent.

I turned around to quite the sight. Her mouth was agape and eyes fixed straight at the wall. I worried I might have finally broken her. "You okay Bo." Now wasn't the time to smirk, but one threatened to break free at any moment.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you just did that to me." Her voice was raspy and distant. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. "Do you have any idea how hot that was?" Bo's eyes finally broke free of her stare down with the wall and settled on mine.

I was face to face with a swirling inferno of desire that made my me throb in places that had never throbbed before. Maybe that wasn't such a great plan after all. An odd sound escaped my lips that was meant to be a laugh. Instead it was an embarrassing mixture of an impassioned groan and a girlish giggle. I returned to the steaks, quickly rubbing the other two down with spices so they were ready to grill later. Maybe massaging cold meat would take my mind off the ache between my legs. At the very least it might distract from the flustered woman beside me who's lust was burning a slow hole through the thin layer of clothing that separated us from our carnal desires.

Bo was still quiet. She stepped around to where she could look in my eyes. There was a curious glint I hadn't seen before. "By the way, you've never yelled anything like that before," she said with a touch of humor.

"No?" I washed my hands in the sink, quickly avoiding her gaze.

"Nope." She shook her head, studying me great intensity.

"Oh. Well I guess you haven't found that spot yet." I smirked and glanced up through my lashes to catch a view of her dumbfounded expression. Picking up the pan of meat, I walked out to the patio and left her alone with her thoughts.

"So you're saying someone else found it then," she called out. The jealousy was impossible to miss in her tone and it made me laugh. I refused an answer as I lit the grill and went about preparing dinner. Bo walked to the patio door and stared at me confused. "Hey."

"What?" She wasn't going to let it go that easy. I never had a doubt about that. A statement of that nature would keep her occupied for quite some time due to her competitive nature.

"What do you mean, what?" She moved closer until she was a few feet from the grill. "You drop a bombshell like that and walk away, knowing I can't do anything about it for at least a few hours."

I shrugged. "I didn't realize it would be a big deal."

"You so did too," she let out a laugh as her pitch rose higher. "You're a little minx." She winked. "And you know damned well I won't rest until I find out if this spot is a real thing or just a tease."

"Well, one of the things I love about you is your determination, Bo." I winked back.

Bo took quick steps around the grill. The doorbell rang, freezing her in her tracks. "You're evil and so going to pay later."

God I hoped so. I'd happily pay that debt over and over and over.

I laughed and waved her to the door with me. "You ready?"

"I guess so. It's gonna be a lot harder after that tease though."

"You'll make it." I leaned in and gave her a quick peck before I whispered, "And it's totally a real thing."

"You suck Lauren." She was smiling so wide when she said it.

"You love me."

"God, I do, but you're absolutely killing me tonight."

I laughed out loud as Bo's skin flushed. Lord only knew what she was thinking. I pulled the door open and greeted my parents with more enthusiasm than I'd had in quite some time. "Mom, dad, hello." With a quick hugs from mom and a pat on the shoulder from dad, I turned to Bo. "Mom, dad, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Bo. Bo, these are my parents Arthur and Connie."

"So great to meet you both, really." She shook their hands with enthusiasm.

My parents smiled, playing nice for the time being. I just hoped it would last the entire evening. "Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?"

"The usual," dad answered as he looked everywhere except me or Bo.

No surprise there, but he'd loosen up as soon as he had a drink or two in him.

"Whatever wine you have is fine dear," my mother replied, alternating her attention between Bo and I with an uncharacteristic grin on her face.

She never smiled much. Weird, but I'd take it.

Bo continued to hold her smile with ease and gave me a wink. She seemed comfortable and was certainly well practiced at working a room.

I led everyone through the house and out onto the patio. They made themselves comfortable while I poured a glass of my best Merlot for mom and an extra strong Crown and ginger for dad. I took a swig of Crown straight up for myself. I'd be damned if I'd be the only one without liquid courage tonight. Hell, Bo already had two glasses of wine while we were getting ready.

I cautioned a glance over my shoulder. Bo was chatting them up nicely and everyone seemed happy. There was a wonderful sense of normalcy to the whole scene that left a warm feeling in my chest not usually associated with my family gatherings. The same feeling only Bo gave me until now and one I'd love to have more often if they'd let me.

With a smile that took less effort than I thought it would, I returned and handed off their drinks, holding up a toast to kick off the evening. We filled the air with easy conversation until it was time for me to cook. I kept the grill close enough to partake in conversation, but far enough away to mumble under my breath if they managed to annoy me.

Bo wouldn't be alone with them for too long. Most everything was already made. The baked potatoes would warm on the top rack while their three medium rare steaks and my medium one cooked.

"So Bo," my dad began, "tell us a little about yourself."

"Okay, well, as you probably know, my family owns Dennis shipping, but I've been out on my own since I turned eighteen. I started, and continue to run, several of my own successful companies, most recently taking over the family of MGM Resorts Intentional, among others."

"Wow, you're a busy woman. Much like our Lauren." Mother gushed. She seemed genuinely impressed.

Dad on the other hand...

"So what does your father think of you running your own businesses instead of the family corporation? I read you may be taking that over soon. Would you leave all that behind?"

That didn't take long. Dad was already on it like a dog on a bone.

Bo didn't flinch. I kind of expected her to given her history with her father, but she was cool as a cucumber. I'd give him a few minutes, because they needed to get to know one another, but at the slightest hint that she was uncomfortable, I was going in for the save.

"My father, much as I am sure is true for you, wants his daughters to be happy, but also wants the family business taken care of. Several generations have worked hard to build it, just as your has done." Bo was in her professional zone. Every word precise and intended, paying special attention to relating her points back to dad and our family. I was impressed.

My dad nodded in agreement.

"We haven't seen eye to eye on this to be honest. Despite my desire to make a name on my own terms though, I am very proud of my family and our legacy. I'm sure Lauren would say the same about you and all the hard work its taken to build what you have."

Boy was she good. He looked my way, weighing her words carefully. I didn't want to say the wrong thing, so I smiled and nodded in agreement. His lips pursed as if to speak, but instead he turned his attention back to Bo. Dad and I definitely disagreed on many things, but she was right, I was very proud of our family accomplishments.

"Anyway, I believe my father and I have worked out an arrangement for a smooth transition over the next year or so that will make us both happy. And no, I have no plans to abandon what I've worked hard to build. I'm proud of the fact that my accomplishments and fortune can stand on its own. Business aside though, I've found what I've always wanted right here." She looked at me, her eyes lighting up as her smile pulled a mile wide. "I've never been happier and I'm not going anywhere."

Mom looked at Bo, then me, then back to Bo, smiling even brighter.

I shot her a sideways glance. My brow raised questioning her sanity. Was she high? She never ever looked this happy. Maybe Bo really was that charming. She seemed to have won mom's approval from the time to door opened.

My dad analyzed her words, taking a sip of his liquor as he thought carefully before speaking. "You think you can run all of those businesses?" His question was loaded with doubt. "That's a heavy burden. It takes a lot to run one company, much less two of that stature. Won't leave you much time for anything besides work."

I love how he completely ignored Bo's mention of staying for me and kept chewing on the topic of work. Bo's lips quirked up the slightest bit. Only I would notice. She knew what I was thinking. I shook my head, keeping a steady eye on what was going on between them.

"I'm not concerned about that." Bo brushed off his concerns. "The family corporation is a well oiled machine and I have very trust worthy people to help take care of the day to days for both businesses. I never really had to go to work if I didn't want to go. I could just call in and check on things or handle it through email, but that's not me. I love negotiating. I love business. So I take a hands on approach."

"Good." He nodded. "You have to keep an eye on what's going on in your business. You can't place too much trust in others to do it for you. Everyone is out to help themselves."

Yeah, he always said that was why he worked bell to bell every day, but as I grew older I realized that it was more than that. He was never in touch with his feelings or interested in doing much with the family outside of a few times a year for holidays. He loved those cars and his work more than anything and that was sad. Until I met Bo, I was on the fast track to be just like him. I still loved my cars and my business, but she opened my eyes to so much more and I would love her forever for saving me.

Bo watched me as I fiddled with the food. Our eyes locked. "I understand that perspective," she said never tearing her eyes from me, "but we've had long term employees that have invested their lives and family lives with us to make it a success. I believe there is good in people if you choose the right ones." She leaned forward in her chair resting her elbows on her knees and zeroed in on him. "But one thing you can be sure of, as much as I love business," she looked him dead in the eye as she spoke. Her voice strong and her gaze determined. "I love your daughter one million times more. I will always make time for her." Bo held his blank stare a moment longer before smiling over at me. "Excuse me a moment," She said as she pushed up from her seat and headed my way.

Hearing her say that made me feel things I had no words for. I wanted to laugh at the expression on his face and the ridiculous grin my mother was still wearing as Bo passed them both and made a beeline for me. I had neither words nor breath. I was a spectator in my own body as she swept me into her arms, lifting me slightly and turning every muscle in my body to jello. She kissed me with such passion my heart both melted and exploded at the same time.

"Hey sexy car lady," she whispered against my lips. "Anything I can do to help?"

The giant lump in my throat and chest made anything besides a shake of the head impossible.

"You sure?"

I nodded yes and moistened my lips, still tasting her red wine on mine. "I uh..."

"Yes Lauren?" She smiled a knowing smile as she awaited my response. Her nose brushed mine. The embrace was strong, pressing her further into my body as physical boundaries blurred. Our bodies became one and the quick, happy pounding of her heart met my own. She inhaled deeply and let out a very satisfied sound. A sound that soothed the depths of my soul.

Seconds ticked by slow like minutes in her arms. The moment she set me down, the world went back about spinning at a normal pace. The strength in my legs returned and I stood on my own two feet. She was a sight to see at any distance, but when she was millimeters away and I could bask in the shimmering flecks of hazel in her adoring eyes, there was never a time she was more beautiful. How could I not grin like the luckiest damn woman on the planet in a moment like that?

I glanced over her shoulder at my parents. Mom continued to steal looks at us and whisper to him. Dad downed the last of his drink and ignored everything. Just like home. Except for mom's smile. She had to be on happy pills, but it did make me happy that at least one of my parents at least appeared happy and invested in my life outside of the dealership."I'm pretty sure you've done more than enough already." I kissed her one more time. My smile grew even wider against her lips. "Dinner's ready."

"Finally." She let out an exasperated sigh. "I've been dying to eat something since I got here." She winked and walked away. "Dinner's ready," she announced to my parents.

Heat raced up my neck and face. The blatant double entendre left me hot and bothered and on the verge of throwing my parents out. Or at least making them sit in the car for twenty minutes with the radio blaring. Fucking Bo.

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The rest of the evening went well. Dad was on his best behavior, though it was plain as day he was ready to go home after the first hour. Heaven forbid he spend time away from the dealership or home office. But I was used to it and it wasn't a surprise, even if it was disappointing.

Bo rubbed her belly and sighed with satisfaction. "That was one of the best meals I've ever had." She smiled. "I think the wonderful company played a part in that."

Was mom actually blushing? Before she left tonight I had to get to the bottom of her odd behavior.

"Lauren has always been great at school, cooking and the car business," mom gushed, making me uncomfortable.

"She's always been top of her class, even when she earned her Master's degree," dad added.

Bo shot me a glance. I hadn't told her about college, but there were still plenty of things to learn about one another.

"But her real talent is cars. Driving them, running the dealership and selling them," he finished.

Of course that would be the one he focused on, but that was two compliments none the less and I'd take them.

Bo began to snicker to herself.

"What's so funny?" Dad sat back in his chair and folded his arms unamused.

"Nothing," Bo pulled herself together observing his displeasure. "It's just...I know first hand how skilled Lauren is in business. That's how we met."

"Really," mom perked up. "We haven't heard that story yet. Lauren keeps so much to herself. Do tell."

Bo motioned to me and I declined. "Please, you do the honors," I said. Sharing personal stories was not my specialty. Besides, Bo would make it far more interesting than I ever would. My version would be short and sweet. We met at the dealership. The end

"Okay, well..." Bo settled into her chair, the corner of her lip tugging up and that dimple threatening to appear as she recalled our first meeting. "I went there to buy a very limited edition Aston Martin, which she had in stock. There were only a few in the country and most were already sold. Then I saw that gorgeous, cherry 100S and insisted on buying it."

Dad let out a hardy laugh surprising us all. Seeing him like that was refreshing. But really it was all because he knew how much I loved that car. "I know that didn't go over well. She's so protective of that car she probably had security escort you out."

"Fortunately no, but I think she was close by the time we were through." We both chuckled. "She politely told me no in two very professional, very different ways. I'm embarrassed to say I showed a bit of my ass. I wanted that car and I usually had no problem getting the one I wanted. So, with a twinkle in her eye, honey in her voice and a smile on her lips, she gave me another 'no' and a 'we'd love to earn your business, but we'll keep the lights on without you,' then she walked away."

Mom and dad laughed. I had to smile at the retelling of the moment she captured my heart. The fire in Bo's eyes and the confidence that oozed from every pore of her stunning body was heart stopping enough, but the way my body lit up when she looked at me was something I couldn't deny or ignore. Watching her leave set the wheels in motion to do whatever I could to get a rise out of her and hopefully bring her back to me. Thank goodness it worked. I couldn't imagine what life would be like if it hadn't.

"But it wasn't over yet. Your daughter..." Bo pointed at me and smirked. "Proceeded to buy the only other available model on the west coast. I wanted to be so mad at her, but she was beautiful, strong and fearless. When she told me 'no,' I knew she was special. Lauren met me point for point and made me feel things I never felt before. I could have tried to get the one in New York, but I wanted to see her again. No... had to. I had to see her again. I surrendered the fight and bought the car. But I could never call it a loss, because in the end, I won her heart."

Mom was teary eyed. "That's one of the best meet cute I've ever heard."

"Mom," I groaned, but couldn't wipe the smile from my face. Dad seemed mildly amused at the story, probably because I got the sale.

"What? It's a great story dear. Has she let you near the car yet, Bo?"

"Surprisingly, yes."

"We went on our first date in the car and I even let her drive it for a short bit outside the city."

My dad's eyes about popped out of his head. "Lauren let you drive the 100?"

Bo nodded with a bit of surprise on her face. She was aware I was particular about the car, but she didn't realize the extent of my craziness.

"I did. Bo was so gentle with her when she first got to see her and was so appreciative of how special she is that it just felt right." Everything about Bo felt right. I looked over at her in her chair. She was the picture of happiness and it still boggled my mind that her happiness was because of me.

"I see," he said, still a look of amazement in his expression.

A lull in conversation filled the room with silence. Now would probably be a good time to clean up since this was usually where dad made his escape.

I stood and reached for Bo's dessert plate, ready to clear the table and let dad be on his way. Bo blocked my hand and shook her head. "Lauren, you've done enough. Dinner was amazing. Let me get this." She pushed her chair back, took my plate from my hands and set it on top of hers, then took dad's plate.

Mom handed hers over, smiling softly and thanking Bo. She then looked to me and nodded her approval on the evening.

"I'm going to the washroom," dad announced and hurried away leaving me and mom alone for the first time tonight.

"Dinner was perfect dear. Thank you for having us."

"You're welcome. Thank you for coming. I know dad's ready to go."

"Oh, ignore him. He's never been any fun." She laughed, but her eyes said it all. The fact saddened her. She wasn't alone. "Bo is wonderful and so beautiful."

"She is. I don't know how I got so lucky and I don't care." I laughed. I was through contemplating everything about our relationship. She was the best thing to ever happen to me. "I'm in love with her mom."

"I know you are. It's easy to see."

"Mom?"

"Yes Lauren."

"Are you okay?"

She pulled back in confusion. "What do you mean?"

I searched for the words to ask what I wanted, but didn't know how proceed, so I just blurted it out. "I mean, I've never seen you smile so much. Are you on medication for something? Is there anything I need to know?"

"Oh Lauren," she doubled over in a fit of laughter. "I'm fine. Healthy as a horse. I'm just so happy for you. The minute you opened that door you were glowing. Both of you were positively radiant and it just made me so happy."

I didn't know what to say. Part of me was jumping for joy that the way Bo and I cared for one another was so obvious, but the other part was shy, fighting the blush that threatened to turn me beet red. Open affection wasn't much a part of our life growing up and being one to display that to my parents was daunting, to say the least. Almost like I was throwing my happiness in their face. But it wasn't my fault they settled, or whatever you want to call it.

Mom watched me carefully. Her hand reached across the table and covered mine as I fidgeted with the cloth napkin. "I know you're father and I haven't been the picture of happiness, but he does care for me and he's been a good provider. I was worried you'd inherited his penchant for solitude, but I was so wonderfully surprised to see you vibrant and alive when you opened that door. Bo's good for you."

"That she is." I smiled wide. Any mention of Bo always brought one out of me. "Thanks mom."

She squeezed my hand.

Bo was beaming when she entered the room and caught our mother-daughter moment. "Connie, I'm so glad we finally had the chance to get to know one another," she said as she returned to her seat. Bo didn't miss the chance to run her hand along my shoulder on the way past, her eyes gleaming with love as she looked down at me.

I caught the tips of her fingers before she could get away, keeping a tight hold of them even as she was seated. The simple gesture brought a sparkle to her eye that sent my heart into overdrive. I loved our connection, our need to touch one another and the effect she had on me when doing the most insignificant of things.

"Me too, Bo. This has been a very nice evening. I look forward to doing it again sometime. Soon I hope."

I peeled my attention from Bo, returning it to my mom, who just couldn't stop smiling at us.

"Definitely," Bo said. "And remember the banquet. Even if you can't get Arthur to leave the dealership for the weekend, you're more than welcome to join us. This is the one event I look forward to each year. Very laid back and fun and for a great cause. You'd love it."

"That's very kind. I'll work on him, but I may take you up on that offer, if its all right with Lauren."

"Of course it is mom. I'd love for you to go. I wouldn't hold my breath on dad, but that would be nice too."

"What would be nice?"

We all turned to the sound of dad's voice coming from the hall. He was getting his keys and mom's purse. Guess we were done for the night.

Mom rolled her eyes. She hated when he made an exit that way. "The banquet in Seattle, the one Bo invited us to earlier for the place you and Lauren donated the car." She pushed her chair back and made her way to meet him in the hall.

Bo and I followed her so we could make our goodbyes.

"Hmm? Oh yeah," he mumbled with a frown. "I don't know. It's hard to get away and that's more Lauren's pace. Thank you though."

"Well if you don't want to go, I may go with them." Mom threw the words out there like she was talking about the weather as she took her purse from him.

He paused for a second then shrugged. "If that's what you'd like to do."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, giving me and Bo a look that said after forty years of marriage she still didn't understand the man.

Dad fixed his collar and looked at the two of us. "Thank you Lauren. Bo, it was a pleasure. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you."

"You will. The pleasure was all mine. Have a safe ride home." Bo extended her hand for a parting shake.

A brief moment passed before he accepted her gesture and forced the tiniest hint of smile.

I guess that was all I could have expected to get out of him tonight. At least he did as he said and was on his best behavior. "Thanks for coming over dad. I'll stop in after I get back from vacation."

"You're going on vacation?" He scoffed at the idea. "How long?"

"A week probably. Maybe a little longer."

His frown hardened. He didn't need to say a word to know he disapproved. Hell, he hardly ever took a day off much less a week.

But you know what? I had my own dealership and I no longer wanted to let work consume my life, so I stood my ground. Bo slid up beside me and wrapped her arm around my waist. "Yes. I need a break. I've been working day and night since I was in high school and I've reached every goal I've ever set. What good is all the money and success if I can't take time to enjoy it once in a while?"

He didn't respond and his eyes refused to meet mine. The way his lip twitched seemed as if her were biting back a response.

Mom moved between us, pulling Bo and I into a warm, joint hug. "Thanks again and don't pay him no mind. You know how he is," she whispered. "Now you two girls have a great vacation. I'm glad you're doing that. Bo, don't you let her work now, okay?"

Bo chuckled. "Yes ma'am. No work for Lauren."

"Goodnight mom." I squeezed her tight, then pulled back and nodded to dad. "Goodnight dad."

Once my parents took their leave and the door was locked, Bo wrapped me into her arms and spoke into my ear, "No work for you during vacation. I have plenty of other things to keep you busy."

"I can't wait."

Warm, soft lips found mine making my eyes flutter shut. Teeth nipped my bottom lip. A determined tongue asked permission to take things further. My lips parted wider. A soft moan followed the moment Bo's tongue met mine. She led me through a long, passionate exchange of give and take, bringing the appetite for her I'd repressed earlier roaring back to life.

My hands fell to her hips, fingers slipping under her blouse to graze soft skin. When her lips were no longer on mine I opened my eyes. Both of us took heavy breaths, fingers gripping and releasing the flesh beneath in a way the demonstrated our hunger for the other.

Bo was slow to pull back, almost fighting herself as her head moved back and forth a few times brushing her nose across mine. Her mouth nearly reclaimed mine on more than one occasion as she went through an internal debate about whether she wanted to continue our dance right here, or pursue something else. Finally, she rested her forehead to mine and inhaled a slow, deep breath. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep my hands to myself tonight?" Her voice was low and raspy giving away how much she wanted to ravish me.

"Nope. I never have that problem." I struggled to keep a straight face.

Bo smirked and bit her lip. The mood moving from sensual to playful. "Really?"

"Nope." I had to chew the inside of my cheek to stop from breaking into a gigantic grin. "All good here."

"Hmm, you mean there wasn't at least ten times tonight that you didn't want to say, 'Dinner's over, get the hell out,' and kick your folks to the curb?"

"Like I said, no. I was enjoying the evening. I think it went well."

"It did go well and of course you enjoyed it, you were busy undressing me with your eyes every chance you got. Very distracting and unfair Lauren." She pouted. She was adorably sexy.

I ran my fingers through her hair then draped my arms around her neck. "Is that so?" My voice dropped and I looked into her dark and stormy eyes.

"Yes," she choked out, teetering on the edge of control.

The mood was shifting back toward passion. "You handled it well. Thank you for exercising restraint, but I think you're mistaken. I was in no way undressing you with my eyes."

"What would you call it then?" Bo drug her lips down the side of my neck, making me shiver.

Her mouth on my skin made witty comebacks far more difficult, but I loved to egg her on, so I dug deep. "No description really, but if I was really undressing you with my eyes, you'd know it."

She leaned back in my arms and smiled. "Cocky aren't we?"

I shrugged with a playful grin. "What do you say we start vacation right now?"

"Perfect. I have a certain spot I need to find." She looked me up and down. No denying that that was an example of undressing with the eyes. She let out a moan and bit her lip. "And I plan on exploring every inch of you until I do."

I pulled her back into me and ground my hips into hers. "And I look forward to your persistent exploration."

"Game on." Bo nipped my neck. She grabbed me by the hand with a smile a mile wide and drug me towards the bedroom.

Game on indeed. Bring it Bo.

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OMG that ending was such fluffy cheese! Anyway, next up- Malibu vacation!

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