Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“So,” I murmur against his mouth, “do you like the works on your pizza, or are you a boring plain cheese kinda guy?” I stifle a moan when his hands cup my butt, and he grinds into me.
“I like the sweet kind.”
“Pizza isn’t meant to be sweet. Unless you’re a pineapple weirdo—shit.” He’s hard, rubbing against me in the perfect rhythm. It’s a shame he teased me with the pizza oven. There’s no way we’re making it to pizza.
A knock on his front door kills the deal. He slows and pulls his mouth away. “We’re going to have to table this until dessert.”
“Oh yeah? What’s for dessert?”
“You.”
It’s official. I’m in pizza-making heaven. Every topping imaginable was delivered, along with fresh spices, an array of tomatoes to make homemade sauce, and ingredients for the dough. “Don’t think you’re just going to sit there,” I say to Theo, watching me across the island.
“Why not? You look too excited. I don’t want to get in your way.” I toss a fresh mushroom at him. “For tonight, this is your kitchen. Fable’s Tuscan Pizzeria.” I fling another mushroom at him.
“Watch it. Only my mother gets to call me that. And if you tell anyone that’s my full name, there’ll be repercussions.”
“Oh, do tell.”
“Nice try. My kitchen, my rules. Get up. I’m putting you to work.” He doesn’t move, so I aim another mushroom at him.
“All right. You win. I’m at your service. What can I help with?” He’s up and walking behind me, snaking his arms around my waist. He moves the thin lining of my shirt, and his warm lips press against my bare shoulder. “Moral support? Because you’re doing an excellent job.” He sucks my skin into his mouth.
“No, I need you to help knead this dough.” I focus on the ingredients I need to add.
His hands cup my butt cheeks, and he digs into my flesh. “How do you want me to knead it?” He massages my ass, slowly grinding into me.
I press into the counter, and my hands dig into the ball of dough. “Slowly,” I say, basking in the feel of his hands. I forget about the dough and twist in his arms. He lifts me onto the counter, pushing the ingredients aside. My butt lands in the pile of flour as he takes my mouth.
“Have to admit. I’m suddenly a big fan of making dough.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, our kiss turning heated. “It’s my special recipe. You can only get it here.”
“You sure are something special,” he hums, pulling up my shirt and cupping my breast.
My head falls back at his touch. “Maybe pizza was a bad idea.”
“Pizza was a great fucking idea.” He pinches my nipple through the thin lace, earning a breathless moan. I press my hips forward, needing more friction, and he grinds into me. My butt slides and knocks over the oil.
“Shit,” Theo cusses as it drips down his cabinet. “Okay, maybe you’re right. We’re going to have to reschedule pizza night.” I burst out into a fit of laughter. He inspects the mess. “Your jeans are ruined.”
I wiggle my brows and say, “Looks like I’m going to have to take them off.” He backs up as I slide off the counter. I unsnap my top button and slowly shimmy out of my pants. His eyes darken at the sight of my panties. Yep. Worth the money spent. “Now. Where were we? Oh yeah, the dough—”
“Fuck the pizza.” I’m in his arms in a blink. He storms down a long hallway to a massive bedroom. I don’t have time to admire it before he tosses me onto his bed.
“Isn’t it bad to have dessert before dinner?” I tease, loving the way his eyes roam my body.
“I think I’m going to make an exception tonight. Because there’s no way I can do anything but feast on you right now.” He rips his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. My heartbeat quickens when his jeans and boxers are next. My panties are gone in a poof, and I bite down on my bottom lip when he climbs onto the bed, blanketing me with his glorious body. “I’ve never had anything so sweet.” His lips fall to mine, then trail down my chin while he works off my shirt. “So divine.” He pulls the thin lace of my bra aside, exposing my breast. “So fucking perfect.” He sucks me into his mouth, causing my hips to lift off the bed. I love the way his mouth feels on me. His hands touching me, my body cocooned by his.
I thread my fingers through his hair and tug, letting him know I need his mouth. I need him. He obeys, taking my lips and kissing me. But it’s still not enough. I open my legs for him, his cock already hard and ready. He rears his hips back and thrusts deep inside me.