Or honey. Or dear. As in, ‘yes, dear,’ when I give you an order. That’s about the only context where such words will really be necessary. I’m ...he boss of you, yes, of everyone except Damon, but trust me, it’s not my style to rub that in constantly.“No one else can tell you what to do again, darling. Only Damon and me. We’ve stopped taking orders from those dumbass human politicians except when it suits us. That’s up to your discretion ... and sometimes ours. Frankie’s your mentor, and from the. As Ray showed Jonathan to the den, LeeAnn told them she’d get the drinks and asked, “What’ll it be, a Bud, Miller lite, or rum and coke?”Ray said, “I have a bud, hate those fucking lite beers.”“Well dear, the lite on is for me, so I can keep my girlie figure.”Jonathan grinned, and shifted so his jean would not pinch the hell out of his expanding dick. “If you don’t mind me saying so, you have one hell of a figure baby. I have a Bud.”“Flattery will get you everywhere honey,” LeeAnn answered back. When he was ready he always let me know by grabbing me by the back of the head without warning and forcing me all the way back down on him. I had a feeling it was coming today so I relaxed my throat and let him in. With his hand still firmly grabbing the back of my head I had no choice but to get comfortable because I knew it would be a bit before he relented. I looked up at him and he told me nobody else could take him deep and hold him there like I could. I blushed, or maybe not. It's hard to. ‘Oh God,’ he breathed into her hair. ‘I didn’t know where you were. I thought he’d gotten you.’ Tears were streaming down her cheeks, tears that soaked into his coat as she held him tight. ‘He almost did,’ she whispered. Looking up, she met his worried blue gaze. ‘Jack and Chuck?’ she asked. ‘Jack might make it. Chuck didn’t,’ he answered her truthfully, pushing her hair from out of her face. He could see the guilt in her expression and shook his head. ‘No, Kaylee, don’t you even think to blame.