Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Oh!” She put up a finger, turning to the cupboards behind her. “Wait…” She put out her hands and froze in place. “What am I—oh yeah.”
“Do you want help, Jess?” Austin moved around the island. “Do you need these chopped?”
“No, no.” She pushed him away and pointed at the chairs. “Sit. I’ll do everything. I’m not very organized in the kitchen, but I’ve got this.”
Her smile was crooked and adorable. She grabbed a bottle from the end of the island and brought over two glasses.
“But you can open the wine, actually.” She set everything he needed in front of him. “That would be a help.”
She crossed to the little round table in the corner and returned with a plate of cookies and graham crackers.
The bottle of wine opened, he let her take it and pour two glasses. She lifted her glass and waited for him to do the same.
“To us. I love you. Thank you for making my life the best it could possibly be.”
“I love you, too,” he replied, clinking her glass and taking a sip.
“Mm. That’s good,” she said, setting her glass down a little too hard and then swearing under her breath. “Okay, so first…”
She pulled an apron from the hook on the side of the far cabinet before slipping off her shoes. Her eyes on him, she slowly pulled her dress from her shoulders. It cascaded down her body, revealing her bare breasts and lacy thong as it pooled at her ankles.
“What do you think?” she asked, slipping her fingers in the strap of the panties. “On or off?”
“Off,” he said immediately.
Her smile was knowing as she slipped out of them, leaving them on her dress on the floor. She pulled the apron over her head, a little too big and giving him a peep show when she moved around. He suspected that was intentional.
“Come here, Jess,” he said, painfully hard. “Let me touch you.”
“Ah-ah.” She shook her head, tying her apron. “Not yet.”
Stalling in front of the cutting board, she pulled an apple from the basket and then pulled open drawers trying to find a knife. He didn’t remind her that they were in a block right behind her. It was cute to see how flustered she got in the kitchen, as though any sense of order or organization just fell out of her head.
“Okay…” She paused for a sip of wine and then to swipe her hand through the melted chocolate and suck on the end of her finger.
He started to get up, not able to take it, but she pointed at him.
“Nope.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Be a good boy and stay there.”
“Yes, miss,” he replied, a shot of fire boiling his blood.
She turned, finally remembering about the knives, showing him her perfect butt. Back at the cutting board, she chopped the apples in rough, differently sized shapes before neatly placing them on the platter. Her belief that they’d actually eat any of this was delightful. He wanted to dip her in chocolate, not the fruit.
She went for the strawberries next, stopping to take a sip of wine. He watched her breasts randomly expose themselves as she worked, felt the glow inside of him that she was making him food. That she’d managed to knock this night out of the park.
“You dropped something,” he said, pointing to a clean spot on the floor beside the island.
She paused, looking over the island to where he was pointing, then smiled a little as she got back to work.
“I noticed you haven’t dropped anything,” she replied, cutting the ends off a few more strawberries. “Or taken off anything. Or dipped anything in that chocolate for me to suck off.”
He’d never lost his clothes so fast in his life.
She laughed as she pushed the platter across the island and then positioned it in front of the chair next to him. She moved around the island but shook her head when he tried to reach for her.
“Move back a little.” She motioned.
“Please, Jess,” he begged.
She didn’t relent, exquisite torture. Standing in front of him, between his spread thighs, she reached back to dip a strawberry into the chocolate. With slow, deliberate movements, she licked the tip of it before biting into it sensuously. He groaned as she grabbed another and then slowly touched it to his lips.
She didn’t go for a third, though. Retreating to the island, she put her hands on the edge and lifted herself up onto it before reaching back and undoing the apron strings. She threw it to the side and then brought up her feet, bracing them on each of his shoulders.
“Hungry?” she asked in a breathy voice, grabbing one of the apple slices and dipping it in chocolate. Her lips pressed around the fruit, transferring some of the chocolate to her skin.