Page 109 of Fame & Chaos

I place a hand dramatically against my chest. “Indi, I’ve lived alone for years now. I know how to cook.”

Her lips purse together while she tries not to laugh. “Well… maybe we cook together then?”

“Deal. But I’m making the sauce.”

She giggles and nods. “Okay, Chef. What do you need?”

“First, where do you keep your pots and shit?”

She points toward a cupboard, and I grab a saucepan and frying pan before placing them on the stove.

“Okay, Mr. Chef Extraordinaire,” she says while leaning against the counter. “What would you like me to do?”

I glance over my shoulder at her and grin. Crossing the kitchen, I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her straight onto the island bench.

“Whoa, Caleb!” she squeals between giggles as I step between her legs.

“I would like you to sit there and admire my skills, little pixie.”

She laughs and loops her arms around my neck while I lean down to kiss her softly. Her legs wrap instinctively around my waist, pulling me closer, and I smirk against her lips before slowly pulling away.

“If all you want is kissing, then you should probably stop grinding against me.”

She gives me a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”

Chuckling, I kiss her forehead before heading back to the stove. While I start cooking, Indi stays perched on the bench watching me. Now and then, she makes little impressed noises or giggles while I chop vegetables and stir the sauce. I add the spices, let the sauce simmer, then grab a spoon and taste it.

“Mmm… fuck, that’s good.”

Indi laughs from behind me, and I glance back with a grin before scooping up another spoonful and walking it over to her. “Taste.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Bossy much. Yes, sir,” she teases before opening her mouth.

I blow gently on the sauce first before sliding the spoon between her lips.

And fuck me.

Watching her mouth close around that spoon almost kills me.

My brain immediately replaces it with my cock, and I have to physically shake the thought away before I embarrass myself.

Her eyes widen as she swallows. “Holy crap,” she whispers.

I pull the spoon from her mouth and instantly shove it into mine, trying not to think about the fact that her lips were just wrapped around it.

“You like?”

Throwing the spoon into the sink, I watch her grin.

“Caleb, you constantly surprise me.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer until I’m standing between her legs again.

“Good surprise?”

“Very good surprise. I had no idea you could cook or fix things.” She smiles softly. “Next thing you know, you’ll be talking to me about politics and world issues.”

I snort. “Okay, I have to draw the line somewhere. I can’t be perfect at everything.”