Page 96 of Bone Deep
Joy actually bursts out of me. “Yessss. I’m gonna be a boot scootin’ son of a bitch!”
Spence laughs, shaking his head. “And if you do your dish planning and social media work during the day, then film nights and weekends, I can help you in the kitchen.”
I beam at him. “Like my little sous chef?”
He groans, but there’s a smile in his eyes. “Don’t make me regret this.”
Anthony chimes in, “I’ll have marketing work up a promotional plan. Everyone’s seen the video of you getting injured by now. For people to get a glimpse into your recovery,the series will be a hit immediately, especially if you do live sessions.”
I clap my hands together, energy fizzing up inside me. “I love that. This is going to be so much fun!”
Anthony nods. “We’ll also reach out to all your endorsement sponsors. We can insert mini commercials or brand placement into your videos. We’ll hit up new sponsors too—quality cookware, ingredients, kitchen gadgets. Lots of opportunity.”
I point at him. “That is why you’re the best agent in the game.”
He smiles, soft and proud. “Okay, I have to get back to Chance and the baby.”
“How is my little angel?”
Anthony’s features shift into something so tender I almost have to look away. “She’s amazing. She sleeps a lot. Guinness curls up under her crib whenever she’s in it. He refuses to come to bed with us anymore.”
I grin. “Well, he is the best dog ever.”
Anthony nods. “Okay, gotta run. I’ll have the team send over the promo plans. Start outlining dish ideas.”
I salute him. “Aye aye, boss.”
He heads out the door, leaving me staring at the mountain of boxes, a giddy feeling rising up in my chest.
I spot a special tripod for overhead shots and pick up the box, reading the packaging intently. Suddenly, I sense Spence's presence in front of me. I look up, and there he is, slacks undone, dick hard and thick, bobbing free.
I look up at him and he simply says, “Suck.”
“Oh, fuck yes.” I toss the box behind me and scoot to the edge of the couch.
“Spread your legs,” Spence commands.
I bat my eyelashes at him, spreading my legs wide, and Spence steps between them. I cup his balls with one hand. “What's got daddy so needy?”
Spence huffs. “Not needy. But seeing you get excited over our idea has me feeling some kind of way.” I beam at him, and he grabs my chin. “And I told you not to call me daddy.”
I shrug, defiant, then gently pull the shaft of his dick down so I can get it to my mouth. “That's it. Now be a good himbo and give it a lick,” he prompts.
Groaning, I lick a stripe from his full balls to the thick, broad tip of his cock. I look up, and Spence raises his brows at me. “You know what to do.”
I get to work, taking him deep into my mouth, gripping his ass with both hands. I swear, my dick gets harder every time I get his thick round, meaty globes in my hands.
“Fuck, you're good at this,” Spence murmurs, his hands resting on my shoulders.
I pull back briefly and squeeze his cheeks. “It's almost a shame you're a top. This ass is so fat and perfect.”
Spence laughs, a deep, throaty sound. “You think so?”
I look up at him shyly. “Would you ever bottom?”
Spence pauses, then admits, “I never have.”
I blink in surprise. “What? Really?”
