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“You could’ve let me win.” She points the knife in her hand in my direction. “I was on my deathbed mere hours ago.”
I chuckle and take a long pull from the beer in my hands. It’s either keep my hands wrapped around this bottle, or bend Riley over that counter and have her scream down the roof.
But I’m relishing watching her wearing next to nothing while she cooks for me.
“You weren’t dying when you were constantly telling me howfineyou were. Even when I could see you were still in pain.” She’s a hundred percent recovered from her migraine. I wouldn’t have taken her out to bowl, let alone cook for me in the kitchen with heels on, if I thought otherwise.
“What happened to the considerate guy who was ready to hand feed me grilled cheese and soup? He would never have me doing this.”
She’s complaining but her ass continues to chop those vegetables.
“He,” I start as I place the bottle down on the island and move to stand behind her because I can’tnotbe close to her any longer; I press my front against her backside and lower my chin to her shoulder, “absolutely would have you half naked in the kitchen, cooking. You’re just lucky that I’m hungry enough not to have bent you over a stool yet.”
I smile when a tremor runs through her body. She gives me a side-eye before going back to mixing a bowl of eggs.
“What are you making anyway?” She hasn’t told me what we’re having. There are numerous bowls, dishes, and appliances going.
“Breakfast for dinner,” she says cheerily. She can gripe all she wants but Riley is enjoying being the loser of this bet as much as I’m enjoying being the victor. “We’re having omelets with spinach, mushrooms, and bacon. And a personal fave of mine, sweet potato waffles.”
She points to the waffle maker to her left that’s warming up. I glance around, noting the various appliances and how comfortable she is around the kitchen.
“You like cooking,” I say.
She smiles at me over her shoulder. My eyes drop to those red lips. Yes, I also insisted as part of the bet that she wear red lipstick while cooking for me. My dick presses against my pants as the image of that lipstick smeared over her mouth while she’s sucking me off makes its way to the forefront of my mind.
I take a step back to break our physical contact. Otherwise, she won’t get to finish preparing this meal. Over the past day and a half, I’ve taken Riley at least four different times. And that’s just with my dick. It’s not counting the number of times I’ve had my head between her legs.
Her pussy needs a break.
Which was why she insisted we go out bowling.
“Did you grow up cooking?” I ask, needing to think about something other than screwing her again.
She lets out a hollow laugh. “If learning to boil hotdogs and microwave chicken nuggets counts as cooking, then yeah.” There’s bitterness in her words. The same tone that was present when she talked a little about her father two nights ago.
“When Ladybug came to live with me, I decided to learn to cook. I didn’t want her eating microwavable meals and whatnot every day.”
From my position, I can see her profile. Her face lights up when she mentions her niece.
“How long has she been with you?”
“Since she was five. So, almost six years.”
“But she goes to school back east?”
She nods. “Bowen Boarding Academy.”
I blow out a whistle. “I went to college and grad school with a few people who graduated from there. It’s a hell of a school.”
Riley beams with pride. “That’s because my baby’s a genius.”
Again, she reminds me of my mom when she’s talking about one of us.
“She’s in like the top two percent for math and analytics. She’s crazy smart when it comes to numbers and formulas, and science and all of that stuff. That comes naturally to her, but she works hard to be as good in the social sciences, too. Too hard, in my opinion. I often have to remind her that it’s okay to take a night off from studying.”
“She sounds like a hard worker.” I move to her side and watch as she ladles a scoop of the sweet potato mix onto the griddle.
“She’s only eleven. There’s plenty of time for her to work down the road. Her job is to remain a kid for as long as possible.”
