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My movements werejerky as I stirred the pancake mix with a fork. Eggs sizzled in one pan. Hashbrowns in another. Bacon in a third. It was a good thing I had a griddle, because there wasn’t room for the pancakes.
I didn’t even want the pancakes.
I’d only started making them when Madison slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Now it was off. The pancake mix was well-past its prime. There hadn’t been any lumps left for the past five minutes.
But if I put the bowl down, I was going to break into the bathroom and pin her to the fucking wall.
So I kept mixing.
A cloud of steam rolled out of the bathroom with my female when she opened the door a few minutes later.
My cock jerked against the cabinets, smacking the drawer knob. I forced myself not to wince. Or visibly react to her presence.
I was fucking deluded.
The woman wasn’tmine.
She’d only agreed to let me pleasure her toget it out of my system.
Which hadn’t worked. Not even a little. If anything, she’d just wormed herself deeper into my veins.
I could still taste her on my tongue.
Honey, and chocolate.
She combed her fingers through her wet hair as she padded over to the bar stool in front of me and sat down.
I stepped away long enough to grab a bag of chocolate chips from the pantry.
“Extra dark?” Madison asked.
My attention jerked back to her.
Where it wanted to go anyway.
A grunt was all I could manage as I dumped chocolate into the batter without a measuring cup.
The more I added, the better chance I’d have at resisting the urge to bury my face between my female’s thighs again as soon as possible.
“The chocolate.” She gestured to the bag.
I glanced down at it.
Oh.
“I drizzle honey over them,” I said.
Her forehead creased like she was confused. “Why does the honey make up for the lack of sugar in the chocolate?”
Because it makes them taste like her.
The beast within me made my chest rumble.
I hid the sound by clearing my throat. “It’s sweet enough. You’ll see.”
