Page 10 of Unpredictable

“Good.” He mumbles, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.”

As he disappears from sight, I continue to stir the sauce. I made his favorite, spaghetti. He let that little tidbit slip last weekend.

“Fuck, I wish we had spaghetti.” He moans.

“Spaghetti? Really?” I ask, looking around his bare fridge.

“Yeah. I love some fucking spaghetti. I don’t get it near enough anymore. Lolita used to make it for me all the time.”

Lolita, his nanny growing up. My heart aches for him.

“Is it your favorite food?” I nonchalantly ask.

“Probably. Fuck it. I have some ramen.”

I smile as I remember asking Mom to teach me how to make it. While we may be rich, Mom loves to cook. She makes dinner herself most nights for us.

Opening the preheated oven, I place the garlic bread in. Turning around, I get to work setting the table. Once I’m happy with the way it looks, I light the candle I picked up, setting it in the middle.

Finishing the food, I bring the serving dishes to the dining room. Then I head down the hall, finding Sterling sitting on the edge of the bed.

I move to sit next to him, rubbing his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Yep. Come here.” He pulls me into his lap, causing me to giggle.

“Dinner’s done.”

“Dinner can wait. The only dinner I want is right here.” His hand slips between my legs.

“Come on, it will get cold,” I argue.

“I don’t want you to get cold. Let me warm you up.” He kisses me hard, while his hand sneaks past my panties, sliding inside.

Within minutes, I’m panting, tearing at his clothes. Between the two of us, we’re naked in record time, each willing and ready for what comes next.

“Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.” I love when he demands me to give him complete control.

The next thing I know, he smacks my ass, causing me to cry out with pleasure.

“You’re so fucking hot. Fuck. I love this fucking ass.” He smacks me again, making me wetter. “I fucking love spanking this ass. I love everything about your fucking ass.”

With each word, I feel like he might be talking about more than my ass. I don’t know what happened today, but whatever it is, he needs this. He needs to punish me for his bad day, and I will take it. I will take anything for him.

Because you love him.

Before I can grasp the thought that enters my mind, he thrusts into me from behind, pounding me into the bed.

The fast pace he sets is not a new one, but the way his hands ghost over my body is. The way he insists I’m his with each stroke is new.

It isn’t until I’m climaxing I realize that maybe this is the turning point. Perhaps he realizes he lovesme.

As we both come down from our high, he pulls me into him, kissing the back of my head once. He doesn’t say another word, and neither do I.

???

“Hey, Steve,” I greet the doorman of Sterling’s building.

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