Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 154728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
The fact that Kane not only knew the restaurant was closed and had organized his party to be on that particular night was a huge gesture. Maybe a sweet one. If it weren’t coupled with him also making a decision for me.
“I could be busy,” I informed him coldly.
“Are you busy, Chef?” His eyes glittered, obviously amused with my irritation.
That only served to irritate me more.
“If you are, I’ll simply change the party,” he continued as if it were no big deal.
I bit my lip. That tic had returned whenever I was around Kane because I was never in control when I was with Kane.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You’re not busy, Avery,” Kiera chimed in.
I shot her a death glare. Even though she seemed immune to them.
“I get it. You don’t like a man making plans for you. Which I wouldn’t recommend doing again,” she told Kane. “On account of Avery not only being a massive control freak but also a woman with agency who is entitled to make her own plans.” She gave him a jaunty smile. “But on this occasion, I’ll allow it.”
“Will you allow it?” I wanted to strangle my friend.
“Cut the shit, Chef,” Kane grasped my chin so I was looking at him. “You’re sexy as shit when you’re pissed, something I’m gonna keep in mind, but we’re gonna have a good time. You’re gonna have a good time, and I’m gonna show you off.” He leaned in to kiss me, grazing my lip with his teeth as he did so.
All thoughts of arguing with Kane flew out of my mind.
“You gonna battle me some more—which I welcome—or you gonna come to the party?” he murmured.
“I’m gonna come to the party,” I whispered, almost in a trance.
“Okay.” Kiera clapped her hands together and stood. I jerked back at the sudden sound to look at my best friend. “I’d like to stay, and I mean that. I could watch this,” she motioned between me and Kane, “like I watch a Real Housewives’ reunion—with delight and rapt attention. But alas, I have things to do.” She pointed to Kane. “You live up to the hype.” Her gaze returned to me. “I’ll be here Monday to get ready for the party and to pre-game. If you keep getting all that good sex you’re obviously getting, you won’t even need makeup.” She blew me a kiss then sauntered out the door.
“So that’s Kiera,” I pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes.
“Fond as I am of her company, she sorely delayed the way I wanted to wake up.”
In a heartbeat, I was flipped onto my back on the sofa, Kane hoisting my legs upward and moving himself downward so he was right between my thighs.
He looked up at me with fire in his eyes. “Planned on tasting you first thing in the morning, so the first thing you screamed was my name. But I’ll take having the taste of you on my tongue for the rest of the day.”
Within seconds, my panties were off, and Kane’s mouth was on me.
I was lost in pleasure, but not too lost to try to imprint the feeling into my mind, knowing it was temporary.
The next night, Kane stayed over at my house again.
Again, he cooked for me.
We’d gone grocery shopping after he’d buried his face in between my legs and made me scream on my sofa. After he’d then bent me over that sofa.
I’d gotten dressed in a daze, let him convince me to delay my errands for the restaurant for a morning of grocery shopping.
It wasn’t hard to convince me.
I’d put on simple clothes. Jeans and a white tee, thrown my hair up into a messy ponytail. I slapped on tinted moisturizer that doubled as SPF because at my age, you knew the importance of SPF. My skin was largely lineless because of this. Well, and good genes and ensuring that I wasn’t out in the sun often, always in a kitchen filled with heat and grease that kept my skin from drying out.
“Ready,” I informed Kane, snatching a pair of black designer sunglasses from my dresser. Kiera gave them to me. No way would I have spent $500 on sunglasses, but I liked them.
Kane glanced at me as I slipped on a pair of sneakers. He was lying in bed shirtless, reading one of the paperbacks I’d had in the apartment for decoration up until that point.
His phone was on the nightstand beside me.
It touched me that he was reading in his downtime instead of scrolling his phone like 99 percent of the population did these days.
I’d only seen him on his phone to answer a text or call, and that was only a couple of times. Otherwise, he wasn’t on it.
“You’re ready?” He dog-eared the book then put it on the nightstand. His eyes raked over me as he got up to snatch his jeans. “Jesus, I thought I’d have at least another ten minutes. Chicks take ages to look as gorgeous as you do right now.”