I focus on the moment, on having a fun and carefree morning with Becca.
“All that sugar first thing in the morning is too much for me,” I tease.
“Aww, you’re too healthy for your own good, Mr. Green Smoothie.”
I laugh as I finish blending my usual breakfast, a shake made of kale, banana, Greek yogurt, frozen berries, oat milk, and vegan protein powder.
I down half the drink in a few gulps. “I gotta offset all those decadent meals I cook and all the ice cream I’ve been indulging in lately.”
Becca licks a dollop of the ice cream she brought over last night from her spoon. Her blue eyes are on me as she teases the head of the spoon with her tongue. My dick aches as I watch her work her tongue just like she did on me last night…and earlier this morning.
She swallows, then smiles at me. “Come on. You know you want a taste.”
I round the corner of the kitchen island and walk up to her. I plant one hand on her waist and cup the other over her cheek, then kiss her until she’s moaning and breathless.
We break apart, and I lick my lips, savoring the mix of flavors on my tongue: the sweetness from the strawberry ice cream and the heavenly taste of Becca’s tongue and lips.
“Delicious,” I hum as I lick and nip at her bottom lip.
Becca laughs against my mouth. “Me or the ice cream?”
“You. Always you.”
Her cheeks and chest blush the same shade of pink as her strawberry ice cream. It’s hot as hell seeing how much of her body flushes when she gets turned on.
She reaches down and palms the bulge in my boxers. She quirks an eyebrow. “I’m craving something different now.”
“Is that so?”
She bites her lip and nods. A split second later, I haul her to sit on the edge of the counter and step between her thighs. She wraps her legs around me, kissing me as she claws at my shirt.
I kiss the hinge of her jaw, relishing how she shivers and moans softly.
“I changed my mind. I’d rather have you for breakfast,” she says, her voice breathy as I kiss down the side of her neck.
I lightly nip at her collarbone. My dick is getting so hard, it hurts. Hearing Becca go from sweet to talking dirty is the biggest turn-on. I fucking love it when a good girl gets filthy—and I love it even more when I’m the reason for it. I’m the one who makes her comfortable enough to shed her shell a bit and give in to all those naughty thoughts and feelings.
She yanks my shirt over my head and moves to kiss my chest. I close my eyes and groan. And then my phone blares, jolting us both.
Becca almost loses her balance on the kitchen island counter, but I hold her in place.
I look over at my phone and see it’s my cousin calling. Cupping her face with both my hands, I press a kiss to her lips.
“Ignore that,” I say.
The ringing ends, but then it starts back up a second later.
I lean my head back and groan. “I’m going to kill my cousin.”
Becca chuckles. “You should answer it.”
I grab my phone and pick up the call. “What?”
Millie scoffs. “Well, hello to you too, sunshine. What a lovely way to greet your cousin.”
“I’m in the middle of something, and you’re interrupting.”
“Ah okay. In all seriousness, I’m sorry for bugging you. But I need your help.”
