Just as I toss the scrap of sandpaper into my toolbox, I hear the clicking of heels against the wood floors coming from behind me. I turn around to see Lexi walking toward me holding a picnic basket in one hand, and she's wearing the smile I gave her this morning.
“What do I owe this surprise to?” I grin, watching her every step. She looks beautiful dressed down in dark jeans and a white t-shirt.
“You have been working hard all day, so I thought I would take the night off and bring you dinner.” She stops in front of me and sets down the basket at my feet.
My arms snake around her waist lifting her off her feet. She pulls off my baseball cap, tossing it to the floor then seals her mouth over mine. Her lips are warm and soft and taste like sweet cherries. I’ve missed them.
“This is a nice surprise,” I say, kissing her again.
Setting her back down on her feet, Lexi starts inspecting my work. It’s been eight months since my team set to work transforming this dilapidated factory into a fully functioning restaurant. Every step of the way there has been one disaster after another. First, there were major foundation issues, years of rain and snow coming in through the holes in the roof caused water damage and wood rot. Rats ate through all of the electrical. It was a huge nightmare as I had predicted, but this is Lexi and Pippa's dream, and I wasn't going to give up on making it come true.
I’ve spent every waking moment here while Lexi has been busy preparing Michael and Jackie to take over at Bennett’s. Our time together has been fleeting. Either I get home after she is already passed out or she’s getting home when I'm sleeping. This morning was the first time in weeks we were both home at the same time. It felt good to make love to my fiancée in the shower, and then again on the kitchen table during breakfast, instead of a quickie over the couch before running off to work.
“Jax, this all looks so amazing. We have walls without holes and perfectly level floors and working lights. You are a true miracle worker.” She is beaming as she runs her hand along the newly sheet rocked walls.
“Come on, I want to show you something.” I grab her hand and lead her through the main dining room to the wall by the kitchen where her surprise is waiting for her. I pull back the paint-covered tarp revealing the sign for the front of the restaurant.
“Lexi and Pippa’s Sweet Temptations,” she reads. Lexi bends down, tracing the pink letters with her fingers. “It’s all becoming so real. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for everything you have done for me.”
She slides her arms around the back of my neck. Her body melding with mine. I love how perfectly she fits in my arms. “You are marrying me and that is payment enough. But there is one thing you can do for me.” I slyly grin. Dipping my head down, I run my tongue along the curve of her neck, lips trailing along her delicate skin. My hand slips under the cotton of her shirt, the grazing of my fingers against her warm skin forces a soft moan from her lips.
“Jax,” she murmurs. Reaching a hand between us, she starts opening my belt but I stop her from going any further.
“Not yet Kitten, I need to taste you.”
I guide her over toward the wall, pulling her shirt up off her body. She reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and sliding the satin off, her gorgeous creamy tits bounce free. My mouth is watering to taste her perfect pink nipples. Dipping my head down, I trail my tongue along the soft curve of her breast up to her plump little bud. Lexi’s hand fists into my hair holding me in place while I lavish her tits with my mouth and tongue.
I slowly drop to my knees, kissing a trail down her body. I pop the button open on her jeans then slide the denim off her hips. She kicks off her heels and steps out of her pants. Running my nose between her legs, her sweet scent making my dick strain against the front of my pants. He wants out, he
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