Page 88 of Tempting Me

And it’s annoying how much I like him.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask and pull up a seat at the kitchen table. My house is small and doesn’t have a kitchen island. It’s just one big open room that lets me admire my personal chef of the day as he makes himself right at home.

It’s one morning and I already know I could get used to this.

“A scramble of sorts.”

“Of sorts,” I repeat. “Do you want help?”

“No. I can cook.”

“Another hidden talent.”

“I’m not phenomenal or anything, but it won’t make you sick, so it counts.”

“Edible food is always nice.”

“Are you going to have a remark for everything I say?”

“Of course. It's our thing.”

He pauses to look over his shoulder. His eyes slowly roam my body. His perusal lingers on where my towel hits my thighs and every inch of his focus makes me squirm with need.

He moves toward.

“We have a thing?”

“We’ve always had a thing.”

“What else do we have?” he asks, stopping right in front of me and crouching to meet me at eye level.

“We …” My sentence drifts when he puts a hand on each of my knees and gently spreads my legs. My brain instantly races as I remember that I’m wearing nothing but a towel.

“We what?”

His hand snakes up my inner thigh.

I let out a breath and shake my head. “You know I can’t think when you touch me.”

“Fair. How about I go first?”

His finger inches closer to my core, brushing against me.

“I have a thing for the way you look in just my shirt, butright now, I’m pretty sure the way you look in nothing but a towel will be my favorite.”

He slowly untucks my towel and starts to open it.

My eyes close as I inhale.

“I have a thing for the way you have to focus on each breath you take when I touch you.”

He lowers his head and blows on me, right between the legs. My entire body jerks.

I reach up to thread my hands through his hair.

“I have a thing for when you moan. It’s like a beacon to my cock. It tells me to kiss or lick every inch of your body until the moment you let me sink deep, deep inside you.”

My next breath is like a stutter.

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