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“Who were you on the phone with?”
Her eyes widened as if his inquiry surprised her. Did she really think he hadn’t heard her? Byron tried not to peer at her too hard, too accusatory, but her unnerved demeanor really did make it feel like he’d caught her red handed. Question was, what the hell had he caught her doing?
“My sister,” she said glancing away too quickly. “We were discussing what we’re getting daddy for his birthday.” She glanced back at him with a more genuine, less nervous smile. “It’s his birthday next week. Nena and I told him I have finals for the next few weeks and she already had a trip planned from way back, so he thinks neither of us will be there.” She smiled even bigger. “Our surprising him when we’re there next weekend will be part of his gift.”
She proceeded to pour what looked like shredded meat in red sauce onto a saucepan. The tension drained from Byron’s stiff neck and shoulders because this did sort of make sense with the direction her hushed conversation seemed to be going. But why whisper? And why had she looked so unnerved when he walked into the kitchen?
Byron decided maybe she hadn’t been. Maybe his whipped ass was just jumping to conclusions because his head kept going back to his initial misgivings about allowing this to move so insanely fast in the first place. Maybe his insecure ass waslookingto find something that wasn’t there.
Wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, he moved her hair aside and kissed her nape. He was done.Done, questioning everything. Done trying to justify his reservations about doing this with her. He’d just go with this and enjoy it. So far, despite all his doubts she’d been perfect. Well, except for still keeping in touch with an ex-shit, but then it’s not like she’d reached out to him or they were keeping in touch any other way. He’d just let it go. As long as nothing more became of it.
“Can I start guessing now?”
“No, not yet.” She reached for another container with more chili only a lot thicker than the first one and pulled out a strainer from one of the bags. “You’ll figure it out sooner than later. This is very common, so I’m pretty sure you’ve already had it. But my family’s restaurant adds a little twist to it. It’s been one of my favorite things on the menu for as long as I can remember.”
As Savannah continued to prepare everything, Byron watched unable to keep his hands and lips off her for too long. Through it all, she returned the affection with just as much as her usual willingness. At times turning around altogether to give into his deep kisses, then exhaling all overly wistful and giggling at her own silliness.
Halfway through the meal she prepared, Byron was just about convinced. The endearing way she responded to Byron was too genuine to be faked. She’d taken him home to meet her entire family for Christ’s sakes,andshe said she’d been the first to do so. Her family’s reaction to him confirmed it. His inability to keep his hands and lips off her should’ve been annoying to her, it was so bad. Instead, she welcomed it as cheerfully as only she could. As usual she was full of happy energy as she laughed and spoke enthusiastically all the while accepting his lustful kisses and groping.
Byron followed her around the kitchen like a pathetic little puppy dog and he didn’t even care anymore. He was sold now. Each time he kissed her, and she kept her eyes closed even after he was finished, as if she wasn’t ready to stop enjoying what it made her feel, he knew she had it as bad as he did. She didn’t even try to hide how enamored she was feeling, and it was such a fucking relief because he was done trying to play his feelings down for her.
She continued to cook, talking the whole way as she put it all together. Her cooking skills were impressive. Clearly, being raised in a restaurant environment it all seemed so second nature to her. From the way she strained the chili, to the quick way she began making homemade corn tortillas.
He was standing behind her again, his hands roaming her body, from her dainty waist down the side of her hips. Savannah sniggered when his hands came around to her ass and he squeezed with a groan. “You know it looks and smells delicious, but I can hardly wait for this.” Rubbing his ready-to-burst cock against her ass, he sprinkled kisses on the soft skin of her shoulder again. “And this.” He nipped her neck, this time sucking a little harder, making her squirm away laughing.
“Stop it, Richie—”
Like tires coming to a screeching halt, the playing ceased instantly as both of them went stiff. Byron released her roughly feeling his insides igniting as she cleared her throat. “I mean Byron, I’m trying—”
“Thefuckdid you just call me?”
