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“Eggs sound good.” Her body pulsed thinking about his cock in her hands. She hadn’t known it would turn her on that much, and if they hadn’t been turning into prunes, she would have begged for some relief. She shook her head at her thoughts.
She walked to the kitchen table and sat to watch Jonah cut onions and peppers for the eggs. She propped up one leg and wrapped her arms around it while resting her head on her knee to watch him.
“What do you want to do today? It’s only eleven.” She couldn’t get enough of watching him.
Jonah had really great arms. She sighed as they flexed while he worked.
He looked over at her and gave her a look even she knew meant sexy times. Her insides whipped around, ready for another round.
“All day?” What a stupid question. She should have her woman card revoked. This beyond sexy man wanted to do things to her body all day long. She should be screaming yes, please, not questioning him.
He shrugged and winked at her. Her heart fluttered. She was such a girl.
“How about a movie marathon?” she said.
“How about a sex marathon?” He pulled out a skillet and then grabbed the eggs.
“How about both?” She scrunched her nose at him. She wasn’t sure she had the stamina to go “all day.”
He chuckled as he cracked the eggs and beat them before adding the veggies. “Sex while watching movies?”
“Maybe more interspersed?” She smiled at his look of disbelief before he turned to the stove. “Do you really want to spend all day having sex?”
“With you. Is that even a question?”
“Why did we even bother getting dressed then?” She arched her eyebrow at him when he turned back to her for a moment.
“Because hot eggs on skin hurts.” He gestured to the coffee machine. “Want fresh coffee?”
She stood and dumped out the coffee from this morning before making a fresh pot. Going to the fridge, she pulled out some fruit to go with their eggs. “Do you want toast?”
“No thanks.”
She shrugged and dropped in two pieces for herself. She leaned against the sink and watched him work the omelets. He seemed at home in the kitchen.
“Did you cook a lot as a kid?” She couldn’t even begin to imagine Jonah as a little kid. Surely he’d popped out of the womb his perfect, ornery self. That thought made her smile.
He plated the omelets. “Sometimes. I got away from it when I got older. Travelling meant eating out a lot. I found if I wanted to eat healthier, I needed to make my own food.”
She buttered her toast and placed it on one of the plates. “I’ve never been great at cooking. Living in the city, there’s always so many places to try. Why bother making my own?”
She grabbed their mugs of coffee and the fruit, and he took the plates to the table. Just as she set down everything, Jonah tugged her onto his lap.
“Back to sex all day.” Jonah’s lips touched the nape of her neck, sending a pulse of desire to pool between her legs and awakening her unfulfilled desire from the shower.
“We definitely need breakfast if we’re going to do that.” She started to get up from his lap, but he tugged her back down.
“Breakfast first.” He moved her plate from her space to in front of him too.
She laughed but gave up trying to change seats. After she took a bite, she said, “This is good.”
She’d never sat on someone’s lap to eat that she could remember. It was a different experience having his thigh pressing between her legs, knowing what he wanted to do after breakfast.
“Am I going to be able to keep up with you?” she asked halfway through the meal.
“What do you mean?” His plate was almost empty.
“I. . . .” How did she explain this? “I’ve had sex once before you. I just don’t know how I’m going to keep up.”
