She went up and down once and that was all it took.
“Jesus, Emma,” he said, groaning. His fists had gathered the blankets on his bed and were all but ripping them off the mattress with his release.
Emma wasn’t stopping and was gobbling everything up that he gave her.
His fingers finally relaxed along with his shoulders and she sat back, that cocky smirk he was coming to love on her face.
“I studied sword swallowing for a book once.”
21
CHARACTER FLAW
“You didn’t have to make me come twice to keep up with what I did to you.”
“Oh, yes, I did,” he said. “I feel like I need to study some art of lovemaking to keep up with you. What other surprises do you have?”
Emma took a huge bite of her chicken sandwich, some of the condiments she loaded on it falling onto her plate.
“You don’t think I’m going to tell you, do you?” she said around a mouthful. “This is awesome. Having a private chef has its perks. I might have to consider it, but not sure where I’d find someone on the island. Won’t be easy.”
Warren had pulled out a plate of cooked chicken breasts. Some were thick and others sliced thin. She said she didn’t need hers heated up, but he shivered when she started to make her sandwich cold and took the chicken away from her to warm.
She searched out tomatoes, lettuce, some sliced cheese, and slathered mayo on it.
He cringed over the amount she dropped, but her body didn’t mind it, so he shouldn’t care.
“Probably not,” he said. “Unless you hire one of your cousin’s chefs to do it.”
“Hmm,” she said around another mouthful. “That has merit. I might ask Grace if anyone is interested in doing that. I don’t need it daily, maybe just once a week. I’ve got enough freezer space for it.”
“You’ve packed your freezer full of microwave meals,” he said. “Do you know how much sodium is in them?”
“Nope, and I don’t care. I considered having one of those online meal prep places shipped, but with the ferry schedule and all, it’s too much navigation and I’m not sure how long it’d stay cold. No way I’m going over to get it weekly and bring it back.”
She could send a courier over to get it. There were plenty that her family used, but again, too much work and something else for her to keep track of.
“You’re sure you’re okay with checking out the training facility with me tomorrow?”
“Yep,” she said. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any chips, do you?”
“That cabinet on the end past the fridge is for my sisters when they visit. There might be some in there.”
She slid off the stool and went to where he said and opened it.
“Jackpot. There is chocolate in here.” She was moving things around. “Pringles. Perfect.”
It was just a mini container of them, but there were several in there.
“Stacy is addicted to those. When we were kids, she’d eat a whole can in one sitting.”
“And Mr. Healthnut doesn’t want anyone to do that, so you get her proper portions?” she asked.
“It’s more about them not going bad if they are opened and no one eats them.”
She found that funny that he was thinking along those lines.
It’s not as if he couldn’t afford to buy more.
