“Salted caramel ganache with a vanilla bean whipped center.” She says.
I grin. “So... me.”
She opens the fridge like she didn’t hear me.
She so did.
Leaning into the fridge, her robe rides up, showing her ass cheeks from her tiny panties. She mutters, “You labeled the Tupperware.”
My cock responds to the view though I manage to reply. “Didn’t want to trigger your storage trauma.”
She pulls out the cake, grabs a fork, and hops onto the counter, crossing her ankles like she’s still wearing my last name like armor. Her robe is almost around her waist and her legs, and the center of her lace panties are on full display.
“You gonna share?” I ask, stalking towards her.
She takes a bite, moans dramatically, and says, “Earn it.”
Oh, I’ll earn it, baby.
I walk closer. Slow. Easy.
She watches me like a threat.
Dipping my finger into the frosting, I bring it up to her mouth.
She doesn’t hesitate.
Her lips part and her tongue slips out. She licks. Slowly, reverently. My cock jumps.
I slide my finger inside of her mouth. She closes her lips around my digit and sucks. Her tongue circles my finger, and then, she starts to move her head. She sucks. Hard.
My entire body goes tight.
“You’re evil,” I rasp.
“You’re easy,” she echoes.
“You’re mine.” I snarl, gripping her thighs and pulling her hips to the edge of the island. Her ankles uncross and her knees part.
Her breath catches as my hands trace lines from her kneecap to just below her heat. I stop shy of where I want to touch and drag my fingers back down.
Her thighs part further, and I step between them.
I move close to her beckoning heat again, but don’t touch… yet.
“I miss this,” I whisper.
She swallows and I can see her pulse racing at the hollow of her neck. “You miss the sex.”
“No. We had sex four days ago, Roxy.”
Her brows lift but she doesn’t say anything. She can’t.
I lean in, encroaching on her space. “I miss the way you look at me when I make you laugh. I miss your bi-polar playlists. I miss arguing over where the cayenne goes in the fucking cabinet.”
Her voice is soft as she says, “You put it by the oregano.”
“Because it deserves more spice time.”
