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“Okay, yeah. If I have something to keep my mouth occupied, I can befriendly. Possibly. Maybe. I’ll give it the old college try. But I was never really good at college, so there’s that….”
I smile against his skin and peek up at him, and our gazes collide.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I can’t be held responsible for what happens.”
I press my lips into his neck, and Emery shudders as I slowly kiss my way up to his ear, and then I bite down softly on the lobe. His dick is hardening between his legs, and I resist the urge to reach out and grab onto it.
“Let me make you breakfast,” I say softly, and Emery groans.
“Seriously? You’re all pressed up against me, nibbling on my skin. And you can clearly see what you’re doing to me.” He gestures to his straining dick. “And you’re suggesting that instead of getting me off, you’ll go scramble some eggs for me instead?”
I chuckle and then pull away from him, and Emery slams his eyes shut.
“God, you’re the worst.” He grabs onto his straining dick and frowns at me. “Fine, but I want pancakes with syrup. Lots and lots of syrup. I want the pancakes screaming because they’re drowning in a sea of syrup.”
I wink at him, and he groans.
“You’re evil,” he hisses, and I chuckle as I walk out and down to the kitchen. I pour myself a cup of juice and grab everything I need to make us breakfast, and then he finally meanders out, blessedly clothed but still looking entirely adorable and comfy.
“A peace offering,” I say as he’s measuring out his insulin. I set a mug of hot chocolate in front of him, and he peers inside.
His eyes slam into mine, and he lowers his voice. “Tiny marshmallows? Are you trying to seduce me? Because that’s really not necessary. I’m already the sluttiest slut for you.”
I glance at the door to make sure our parents aren’t back yet and then grab the pancake mix and begin measuring it out.
Emery takes a large sip and I say, “It’s sugar free.”
Emery gasps and I hold back a smirk when he utters, “You betrayed me.”
“I’d like to see you live a long life, Em. Consuming too much sugar isn’t good for you.”
He stares at me for a long-drawn-out moment and then sighs. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Don’t write checks your ass can’t cash,” he says with a smirk and then takes another long sip, his upper lip covered in white froth. Fuck, this guy is going to be the death of me. He makes everything sexual.
“Your lip,” I say, gesturing to his face.
Emery runs his tongue along it, licking it clean, and I have to look away. There’s a good chance if I kiss him right now, our parents will show up, and I’m not ready to explain that. I really do need a few extra days to figure this out. And I will figure it out. I have to.
A loud slurp has me turning around again, and I see Emery sighing.
“Did you just…did you just inhale that?” I ask, peering into the empty mug.
“Yup,” he replies and pats his stomach. “I could drink ten of those.”
I chuckle lightly, but it’s cut off by our parents striding through the front door. The two of them are chatting with each other but their voices fade when they see the two of us in the kitchen.
Emery fidgets in his seat as they approach, his fingers fiddling with the cup as I turn back toward the stove.
“Was just making breakfast. You guys want anything?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.
My mom lowers herself onto the barstool next to Emery.
“Sure. Pancakes?”
“Yep.”
