Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
She answered me at the door, looking absolutely stunning in a cute yellow sundress.
“So, where are we going?” she asked.
“Well, I wanted to give you an option. We could go to a restaurant, or—and this is an option I won’t feel bad if you turn down—we can go back to my place, and I can cook for you.”
“You want to cook for me?”
I nodded.
It was an idea that had popped into my head on the way over, and while it might be a little creepy for someone who barely knew the other person to go to their place, I figured it was worth a try.
“Sure,” she said. “Let’s do that.”
“Alright,” I said, grinning. “After you.”
I held the door open to the truck for her, and she climbed in. I couldn’t help noticing how gorgeous her legs were in that dress and how much I just wanted to feel them wrapped around me.
We drove over to my place chatting casually about the heat of the day and how it was only going to get hotter. When we arrived at my place, I let her out of the truck and walked her inside, where, much to my surprise, she turned around and pulled something out of her purse. It was long and white and made of fabric.
“Is that an apron?” I asked.
She nodded, grinning. “I hereby challenge you to a mini-cook-off.”
“You want to do a cook-off, now?” I asked.
“Yep,” she said.
“You’re on,” I said, a combination of flirty feelings mixed with my immediate desire for competition.
What happened next was a whirlwind of frantic prep work. Mixing bowls and spatulas and cutting boards were everywhere. Sofia lamented not bringing her knife bag, to which I wondered aloud if that was a common problem on dates for her. She laughed, but there was a hollowness to it that I decided to pass by for now.
As she rolled out a piece of dough, I made a motion like I saw something outside through the window. It worked, and she snapped up to look out the window. As she did, I stole the butter she was using and hid it. When she realized what I had done, she very casually reached over, took my wooden spatula from my hand, and tossed it into the sink full of soapy water.
Then the sabotage was on.
We kept taking things from each other’s stations, pushing each other off burners so the other could use it, intentionally taking up space in the refrigerator so the other one couldn’t get an ingredient. It was like one of those cutthroat cooking competitions come to life. She was doing her best to slow me down, and I was doing my best to make her make do without half her ingredients.
Eventually, we got to a point where each of us needed a taste test. I was first, offering her a spoon of the risotto I had been lovingly working on. She didn’t take the spoon from my hand. She simply put her lips over it and kept eye contact with me while she did it.
My cock twitched in my jeans, and I felt like I might lose control right then and there, but I pulled myself together. Going back to the meal, I was paying attention to what I was doing when a rubber spatula entered my vision, and I opened my mouth to taste the red goo on the end of it.
It was sweet but not overly so. A little tang was accompanied by an almost smoky flavor. It was delicious.
“What is that?” I asked as I licked my lips.
“Dessert,” she said. “My cherry pie.”
The groan that came out of my chest wasn’t because of hunger. Not for food, anyway.
Eventually, she pulled another spoon up to my mouth, but before I could take it in, she leaned in close and blew on it to cool it. Our lips were merely inches from each other as she tipped it inside my mouth. It was a delicious sauce, but it was still hot, and a little of it dripped onto my chin. I reached for a washcloth beside me to wipe it off when she reached up on her tiptoes and licked it off.
We stood there, staring at each other, fairly sure each one of us was as surprised as the other.
Our eyes were locked.
But the door had been opened.
11
SOFIA
It was impulsive. It was daring. It was potentially a huge gamble.
But it worked.
Our lips crashed into each other, and my back was pushed against the wall of the kitchen almost immediately as Kieran crushed his body into mine. I could feel how hard his cock was through his jeans as it pressed into my stomach, and it only brought my arousal higher. Doubts, hesitations, rational thought, all of it went out of the window as I raised one leg to wrap around his body and one of his hands slid down to cup my ass.