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“They work around me, besides, I’d much rather hear about your plans.” Just like the centerfold of Gentlemen’s Quarterly, Alejandro leaned against the cool, white counter, shirtless, his hard obliques contracting as he playfully plucked the bacon from my mouth, taking a crunchy bite.
“Your suit,” I mindlessly replied, distracted by his body. “It’s finished, and I need to drop it off with Ivanna today, but I need one last fitting with you, just in case. I think she wants to inspect it before your event.” I gushed as he unabashedly studied the way my robe loosened itself, exposing my cleavage.
It took everything in my power not to reach out and grab him by the belt loop of his pants. His smile turned into a small, manly laugh, as my stomach began to gargle.
“You’re a busy girl, you know that? But you’ll need your energy.” He motioned for me to sit down at the table, my thighs still aching from the night before. “Make sure to eat every bite. I want you strong for later,” he instructed sweetly, forking a slice of pancake into my mouth.
God, I was in instant heaven.
“Forget about later,” I said between chews, my mouth now full of syrup and pecans. “These pancakes are already like sex. Seriously, they’re incredible. Reminds me of Benee’s down on Fifth.” I downed another scoop, chewing much quicker than flattery would demand. Alejandro poured steaming tea into my empty mug.
“So, you’re a breakfast fan?” he asked, shoveling a heap of hash browns into his mouth. He ate just as quickly as me, if not faster. I swore we’d choke at any moment.
“Well, sorta. It was my favorite meal growing up, but mostly because it was the only one I was guaranteed besides lunch.” I sat quietly, slightly embarrassed to admit it. I hadn’t even thought of Claire until now or how hungry I’d be as a child after not having any dinner from the night before. Luckily, Parker had always brought me a sandwich for lunch. Well, actually, he’d also bring me dessert. He never forgot me like Claire did, and the more I thought of it, the more I realized how he never missed a day of school for me, even when he was sick. “My school provided a free one, usually oatmeal, but every Wednesday they’d add a banana…” I trailed off.
Alejandro looked down at his plate, keeping a light smile that felt more disappointed than humorous. “At my home, breakfast was a competition, not a promise. One stack of tortillas, one stick of butter. When it was gone, it wasgone.”
His passive admission was said so matter-of-factly, so unconcealed. I supposed I was rubbing off on him, allowing him the courage to talk about things he probably didn’t care to share.
“Maybe you can take me to this Benee’s?” He beamed. “You can order for me and show me what’s good.”
“Parker and I always get breakfast there; it’s normally our Saturday tradition.” I covered my mouth, my fork clanking loudly against the plate.
Parker? Seriously?What an idiotic moment to share my experiences about the man who was hellbent on ruining Alejandro’s life. His calming presence had subdued me so much, that I couldn’t filter the stupid words that fell from my mouth.
“I didn’t mean to say that…” I hesitated.
He looked away, brushing his dark eyebrow with his thumb. “You know, breakfast is fine and all, but you don’t need to feel weird about the traditions you already have. I appreciate that about you. But maybe we need something just for us…ourown breakfast tradition.”
Immediately, I was intrigued.
“Ok, yeah. Like maybe, we can try a new pancake place each weekend?” I suggested as a long, loose strand of syrup fell from my lips and down into the opening of my robe. “Shit!” I hissed, reaching for a napkin. I went to wipe it off, but Alejandro stopped me, slowly reaching for my wrist, pulling it down.
“Pancakes aren’t a bad idea, Gemma, but I think syrup could be a much better tradition,” he said into a kiss on the back of my hand, reaching for the steel bell of dark maple syrup. “How about something that suits both of us? Something sweeter, something more satisfying?” he proposed, his words formed into a promise as he dipped two fingers into the bell.
“Just for breakfast?” I asked innocently, raptured by the intricate detail of black stone and vines tattooed along his arm.
“Don’t be so modest, it can be breakfast, lunch…” he rattled off, lifting the sticky, sweet syrup up to my lips. “For dinner, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, along the walls, or wherever we want.” He slithered into his final word, “Suck.”
It was a command, and I did as I was told, parting my lips to taste his finger. It was sweet, still warm as it coated my tongue, licking it wet as a sappy drop fell from the corner of my mouth and onto my chin. While it was sticky, it was subtle enough to keep my attention on Alejandro who didn’t dare look away.
“It can be something to fill you up, but to also keep you wanting more.” His finger fell out of my mouth and down my neck, connecting a line of spit that reached my chest.
“How much more?” I asked as he snatched the loose belt around my waist, unraveling its knot like an uncoiled snake.
“So much fucking more.” My robe blossomed as I sat still, unfolding to my bare, naked body. “Jesus, Gemma, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said painfully.
I clung to the sides of my seat, the small curve of my tummy sucked in, covered in my own spit. “Am I?”
“Of course, and so fucking sweet, but you know that, right?” Alejandro snatched the leg of my chair, screeching it along the floor, dragging it closer to him.
I flinched.
“Oh fuck…” my legs parted as Alejandro began to finger me. “Just like that.” He massaged the top of my cunt, a sensitive spot that caused my leg to stretch out across the tiled floor.
“Remember all my cum on that sexy stomach of yours?” He growled, tilting the bell over my body, allowing a small line of syrup to leak over my chest and down to my shaved pussy.
I nodded, blazed by the dueling contrast of warm syrup and the cool room that gave me goosebumps.
