Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"What the hell is all this?" She looks at all the bags.
"I stopped to get stuff for the recipe," I admit. "And then, well, I ended up going down all the aisles, quickly grabbing what I thought you might want to snack on."
"Is that whipped cream?" She lets go of my hand and grabs the bottle of whipped cream that is sticking out of the bag.
"I don't know if maybe you had a sweet tooth." I wink at her as she laughs. "The last time we had one of that."
"I was sticky for two days," she reminds me.
"No." I shake my head. "That was the honey and chocolate."
"Oh, yeah." She looks up at me and her eyes shine and I love this side of her. The side where she lets down the wall that she has up. The side that shows me how much she cares. The side that is soft yet vulnerable. The side that if she knew she was showing me, she would deny. She would also put up the wall that she always has up, and I don't know what I would have to do to knock it back down. "You really do love eating things off me."
"I'm not the only one." I laugh, grabbing the bag. "You started with the chocolate."
"That was you.” She gasps out and points at me. "I was following your lead."
"Let me get you inside and off your feet," I tell her as she leans in to grab one of the bags. "Don't you think about it, Presley Baker." I say her full name and it feels weird not calling her gorgeous.
"Oh, you know he's pissed when he says my name," she jokes with me and lets go of the bag. "Fine, I'll just sit and make you cater to me." She tilts her head back and I take advantage of it and kiss her lips.
"That sounds like a great plan," I agree with her and watch her walk in front of me. The green pants she is wearing mold to her ass and all I want to do is bite it. The sage-green-striped, quarter-length, long-sleeved silk shirt with cuffs is tucked in. Knowing Presley, she has matching bra and panties under it.
She unlocks the door for me and turns on the light at the entrance, as she kicks off her shoes in the corner and walks in tossing her bag on the table in the hallway. I walk past her to the kitchen, dumping the bags on the white island, and going back out to grab the rest. When I come back in, she's in the kitchen putting away stuff. "I'm going to snack on some fruits," she tells me, walking over to the sink and rinsing off the raspberries I bought. "And then I'm going to have ten chips."
I place the rest of the bags on the counter. "Everything in moderation." She tosses a raspberry in her mouth and moans. "Those are so sweet." She grabs a couple more.
"Here, let me taste," I say, walking to her and instead of grabbing one from the container, I put my arms around her waist and bend my head so that my lips can find hers. My tongue comes out and slides with hers. The kiss starts off slow but then she drops the container of raspberries on the counter and wraps her arms around me. I move my head from one side to the other, making the kiss deepen, and if her stomach didn't growl out at that moment, I would have carried her upstairs to the shower with me.
"Okay, that is my cue," I say, letting go of her lips, "to feed you." I give her a soft kiss before my arms drop from her waist but stop at her ass. I pull her tighter to me and she feels that my cock is hard and ready.
"Or," she says but her stomach cuts in again.
"I'm going to go shower," I tell her. "And then I'll start cooking."
"Ugh, fine," she says, grabbing another raspberry at the same time that she opens the bag of chips. "I wonder if raspberry and barbecue chips taste good together."
"I'll leave you to try that," I say, jogging upstairs. Kicking off my shoes as soon as I walk through the master bedroom and into the walk-in closet right before the bathroom. I peel the shirt off me and toss it in the basket in the corner, along with the shorts and boxers. My cock is still wondering what is going on when I get in the shower. I shower in record time, knowing that she's downstairs and feel this guilt that I'm starving my child at the same time.
I grab a pair of black basketball shorts before going back downstairs. I can see the kitchen is cleaned the second I make my way down the steps. The food has been put away and she sits on the couch watching television. The bag of barbecue chips beside her along with the empty container of what was the raspberries. "Hey," I say and she looks over at me, and instead of going to the kitchen, I walk to her and bend to kiss her lips. I taste salt now. "You good?"