I scowled at her. “No, smart-ass, I manage to do my own laundry. Mama Beth just loves to cook, so it gives her something to do since she’s retired.”

Holding up her hands, Samantha said, “Okay. Eating breakfast at your house is out. Where else can I get some food around here?”

“After a party, there’s usually a big breakfast up at the clubhouse.” I also knew Mama Beth would be cooking her usual Sunday morning spread, but I figured the safer choice would be to take Samantha to the clubhouse. The last thing I needed was Rev and Deacon giving me shit in front of Sam.

“Thank God. Just let me grab a quick shower, and I’ll be ready to go.”

“You might have to wait on the shower. We’ll need to hurry on up there before the herd makes a run on the food and there’s nothing left.”

“Then why don’t you hop in one shower, and I’ll hop in the other?” Samantha suggested.

“That sounds like a good plan except for the fact that I only have one bathroom.”

She slunk over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “That could create a problem if I wasn’t a generous person who would offer to share my water with you.”

“Aren’t you sweet?” I mused as I cupped her ass with my hands.

“I try.”

When she rubbed her crotch against mine, I groaned. “If I get in that shower with you, we’ll never get out in time for breakfast.”

“Not even for a quickie?”

“You and quickies just don’t go together. Me and my dick like to take our time with you.”

Samantha laughed. “I see.” She took a few steps away from me. Her hands went to the hem of her dress as she asked, “Is there anything I could do to change your mind?”

“No, I—”

Before I could finish, I was hit in the face with the dress. Once it fell to the floor, I got an eyeful of her fabulous rack. Being the incredible cock tease that she was, she cupped her breasts and tweaked her hardening nipples. Motioning to the growing bulge in my crotch, she said, “I think you both like what you see.”

“You’re evil.”

“I like getting what I want. I think it’s safe to say we both have that in common.”

“That could be a real problem if we’re both too stubborn to give in.”

“Yeah, but I think I’ve got the upper hand with this one.” Slowly she shimmied her panties over her hips and down her thighs. Once she was naked, she cocked her head at me. “Shall I go turn the water on?”

I wanted so badly to be strong, but there was no way in hell with a throbbing dick and a gorgeous naked woman I would be able to say no.

“Bishop, you didn’t answer my question,” Samantha said. When she slid her hand between her legs, I growled and charged at her. After I crushed her against me, Samantha giggled. “Guess that answers my question.”

“Go turn the water on,” I instructed.

Samantha pulled my shirt over my head. “Yes, sir.” She then swished her hips provocatively as she made her way into the bedroom.

When I started to follow her, I heard a knock at the door. “Fuck,” I grunted before turning around and going to the door. When I opened it, Mama Beth stood there.

“Hey, sweetheart, you didn’t show up for breakfast, and I was worried.”

Throwing an arm over my shoulder, I furiously scratched the back of my neck as I tried to come up with an excuse. Just as I opened my mouth, Samantha appeared in the living room wearing just my T-shirt. “Bishop, I’m getting cold without you,” she called.

Mama Beth stared past me to take in Samantha. At the sight of Mama Beth, Samantha gasped and turned red. She tugged at the bottom of the T-shirt to cover herself better. “Now I can see you were busy,” Mama Beth said.

“Yes, but I should’ve called you about breakfast. I know you always expect me.”

“That’s true, I do. And I’ll expect you to come up to the house to eat as soon as you’re finished cleaning up.” She gave Samantha a pointed look. “The invitation includes you.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Malloy. That’s very kind of you,” Samantha said meekly. I almost laughed at the humble way she was acting around Mama Beth.

“I guess I better head back to the house and warm up the food.”

“You don’t have to do that. We’re perfectly capable of heating it up ourselves.”

“I know that. But I don’t mind.” Embarrassment flooded me when she patted my cheek as if I were five years old. I was pretty sure she did it not out of affection but to tease. “See you in a few minutes.”

“Bye, Mama.”

“Bye, Mrs. Malloy.”

When the door shut behind Mama Beth, Samantha groaned and covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God! I’m so mortified!”

I laughed as I closed the gap between us. “Babe, it’s no big deal.”

Jerking her hands away, she gave me an incredulous look. “Not only did your mother see me half-naked, but she heard me talking about sex. And let’s not forget she knows we were fucking, and that’s why you missed breakfast.”

“She doesn’t know we were fucking.” When Samantha cocked her head at me, I added, “We could have been sleeping after we were fucking,” I teased.

Samantha smacked my arm. “This isn’t funny. I’ve never cared about what my boyfriend’s parents thought about me, but for some reason, I care about your mother.”

My chest tightened with her words. Not only was I stoked that she gave a shit what Mama Beth thought, but I’d never had someone call me her boyfriend before. I didn’t expect it to mean as much to me as it did. “So I’m your boyfriend, huh?”