Chapter 23
Boss Daddy is due back Sunday evening. I spend the rest of the weekend in a daze, the memory of Miss Lucille’s kiss keeping me afloat. In my room, I try to read but the words swim away before my eyes and, before I know it, we’re at the creek again. Her body in my hands as lush as the grass beneath our feet. Her ripe breasts firm where they press into me. Her lips lingering on mine, her tongue licking into me. The two of us fitted perfectly together for one breathless moment of eternity.
But by the time Monday rolls around, I’ve managed to convince myself the kiss was friendly, nothing more. It can’t be anything more, because there’s nothing else between us, no matter how much I might desire it. She’s my boss’s daughter, and I’m not husband material. Hell, I’m not even a cowboy
