Page 28 of Crash
What if she doesn’t like it?
He had some microwavable meals he could offer her if she hated it. He turned to grab plates and realized she’d set the table up for the two of them.
Grunting out a thanks, he brought the hot pan over and served the hot meal on each plate. He poured the excess lemon sauce from the pan over the meals before placing the pan in the sink.
By the time he came back around to the table, she was already seated, waiting for him. He flushed as he realizedshe’d been waiting for him to eat. It had been a long time since he’d shared a meal with someone.
“Thank you for making dinner. It smells delicious.” Her pink tongue made a reappearance as she licked her lower lip. His traitorous cock stirred at the sight. He finally was able to get his cock to stand down when he’d been distracted with making dinner, but now sitting across from her would test his resolve.
“Eat.”
Griffin knew he likely came off as rude with his blunt words. He wasn’t responsible for his conversational skills when all the blood was rushing from his head to his cock. The very act of breathing was difficult with her so close to him. Thankfully, the aromas of the freshly cooked meal overpowered her sweet scent.
He pretended to focus all of his attention on the meal in front of him, but really, he was gripping his utensils tightly at all the sounds of pleasure she emitted.
Griffin bet Quynh was not aware she moaned when she ate. He doubted she knew she groaned with pleasure whenever she bit into the capers, and the salty flavors burst across her taste buds. Judging by her innocent expression as she devoured her dinner, he would guess she had no idea what she was doing to him.
Is she always like this with food?
He imagined her moans as he ate her pussy like she was a hot meal served on a platter for him.
Suddenly, a rush of irrational rage surged as he thought of her making the same sounds with other men.
“Oh my god, this is so good,” she moaned.
His grip on the knife was too tight. He tried to distract himself by eating his dinner, which tasted like ash in his mouth. He had a sudden craving for something else. Or, more appropriately,someoneelse.
The thought of laying her on this table and tasting her sweet pussy was driving him insane.
Rover’s wet nose nudging into his thigh broke him out of his thoughts. He’d almost forgotten all about Rover’s dinner.
“Excuse me.” He got up and grabbed the freshly shredded chicken he’d made for Rover’s dinner.
“Sit.” Rover sat obediently as Griffin placed his dinner in his food tray. “Stay.” Griffin refreshed the water dish and brought it back before giving the command for Rover to eat.
He chuckled to himself as Rover ate voraciously. It never got old watching him devour his food.
When he came back to the table, he was pleased to find her plate was empty. She ate every last drop.
“Good?”
“Hmm. It was delicious. You’re an amazing cook!”
He tried not to preen with her compliments, but he’d be lying if it didn’t make his chest swell with pride. He satdown quickly so she wouldn’t see another part of his anatomy was also swelling under her attention.
“Thanks.”
His response came out more like a grunt than actual words as he hunched over his plate and finished his dinner. She didn’t fill the silence with vapid conversation. Instead, he saw her give Rover attention when he snuck under the table. Rover was not used to having guests in the house, and the thumping of his tail signaled his enthusiasm for the extra attention.
As soon as he finished the last bite, she stood up and grabbed their plates. He tried to protest, but she’d shushed him and brought the dirty dishes to the sink. Washing the dishes was one of his least favorite chores, but being a single man meant he needed to take care of his own dishes. Griffin would be lying if he didn’t appreciate her for clearing the table, though when she started washing it, he’d already moved to stand.
“You don’t need to do that.” He stood behind her as she soaped up the dish brush and washed the plates.
She turned to look at him over her shoulder with a smile.
“I don’t mind. I appreciate the hot meal. It’s been a while since someone has cooked for me.”
He fought the urge to box her in against the sink. If she had any idea how hard he was for her, she’d probably run away screaming.
