Page 72 of Heir

The only sound in this kitchen was the soft noise she made and the sound of my finger fucking her wet channel.

She trembled against me. She was close.

I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she buried her face in my chest, biting on the fabric of my shirt as she lost it.

I kept her close to me, reveling in the feel of this girl in my arms and feeling all my protective instincts coming out to play.

I was sure she could probably hear the pounding of my heart against her face.

I tightened my arms around her, pulling out of her pussy and cupping it.

When she came back down, her face was relaxed, her cheeks flushed, and there was a lightness to her that made me feel about ten fucking feet tall.

She peeked up at me shyly, and I smiled.

“Are you hungry?” I asked again, my voice sounding foreign to my ears.

She opened her mouth to answer, but her stomach beat her to it, growling viciously in the quiet kitchen.

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks reflected a deeper shade of red.

I threw my head back and laughed, holding her firmly against me.

Fuck, but she was cute.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said.

“I guess so,” she answered sheepishly.

I led her to the stool by the kitchen island.

She sat as I prepared two plates of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausages.

I pushed one plate toward her and grabbed two cups of orange juice and mugs for the coffee.

“How do you take your coffee?” I asked.

“Black, please.”

I nodded—just the way I took it.

I quickly poured some into two mugs and set them on the table.

She looked at the cup I placed in front of her with a strange expression on her face but didn’t comment while I took my seat next to her.

“Eat up,” I said when I noticed she hadn’t taken a bite.

She nodded.

I sensed her watching me, and it wasn’t until I took a bite that she took one of her own.

“Do you want one of my pancakes?” she asked, sounding almost unsure.

I turned to her.

“Sure,” I answered. I supposed the food on her plate was a lot. I doubted she ate as much as me. She smiled happily, forked one up, and put it on my pile of food.

I tried to make sense of why she looked like that, but this was probably me overthinking.

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