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I grabbed a condom, and rolled it before thrusting into her warmth. I nearly came when she clenched around me, nails scratching my arms, my ass as she met me thrust for thrust until it was a mindless frenzy. Fucking harder and harder until she screamed, flushed and beautiful and everything I never knew I was missing. Watching her orgasm, so fucking beautiful and lost in the moment, made my balls draw up. I followed right after with a roar. Burying myself in her wet heat, filling her and pumping my hips until I collapsed on top of her.
I slid to the side, taking her with me. After a few moments, She sighed and nuzzled my neck.
“Do you like bubble baths, Ember?”
She nodded, and I slid out of bed, holding her in my arms as she squeaked in protest. “Damn, Sebastian, this one night might ruin me for the rest of my life.”
My chest tightened as I said, “That’s the fucking plan, baby girl.”
The lights werelow in the kitchen, and I flipped the lights on over the countertops. Sweatpants slung low over my hips, I glanced over at Maddie, who sat at the island, eyes still filled with post-orgasmic bliss from me making her come three times. Fuck, she was glorious. And it made me want to see the lazy smile on her face more and more.
Be the cause of it. Every moment. Day and night. Morning and before her head hit the pillow next to me.
But, one night was just that. I wouldn’t ruin her, no matter how much I wanted to.
For one night though, I’d make her know what it’s like to have a man really take care of her.
Because there was no doubt in my mind that somewhere along the line, some asshole hurt her. Made her smaller than she was. Dampened the spark in her eyes and made her not believe in herself any longer. But, my baby girl was fighting her way back. Being a part of her journey?
I might be an asshole, but I wasn’t that kind of asshole.
I would do anything in my power tonight, here and now, to help spark the fire she thought had been snuffed out.
Maddie propped her chin on her hand, and asked. “Are you really cooking for me?”
“One night, Ember. I told you. A night you won’t ever fucking forget.”
“Remember your big bad wolf bravado?” She laughed softly, stretching her arms over her head. Fuck she wore my shirt, and the memory would be emblazoned in my brain forever. Her breasts straining against the fabric, the slip of thigh I peeked when I rounded the island to take out ingredients from the now fully stocked refrigerator.
Precooked meals, no matter how expensive, were horrible when you could have the real thing.
And my Ember was getting the real thing. If I had anything to say about it, she would be moaning in pleasure not just from my tongue and cock, but also from my cooking soon, too.
She watched with rapt attention as I prepped and cut, readying the gas stove and adding spices. The aromas filling the air were nothing compared to her scent, but Maddie licked her lips, and fuck, I wanted them wrapped around my cock, but first, food.
“Why is that so sexy?”
I arched my brow. “What, the way I handle a chef’s knife?”
“All of it. How did you learn to-”
“When I was in college, I couldn’t stand going to the student center. I was there on a full scholarship, including meals. It was disgusting. So,” I smirked, “I took out a book from the library. This huge book, green and filled with all kinds of recipes, tips. What to use, what not to. The New York Times Cookbook.” I added things to the skillet I heated up, and pointed at the open shelf on the wall next to the window overlooking a small courtyard I hadn’t stepped into once since moving in. “I loved it so much, I bought a copy. That book has gone everywhere with me since. College ball, to my first pro team, Cleveland. Then, here.”
A sweet and sexy expression on her face, Maddie sat, watching me. Blue eyes tracking every movement. Cooking wasn’t just throwing things in a bowl or a pan. If I learned anything from my stepmom, it was that food was a love language. I wanted Maddie to feel and know that this was one way I showed her that I knew what made her happy.
If the last hour and forty five minutes hadn’t, then I definitely had a problem.
“What’s the smirk for?” she asked, swirling the wine I poured and placed in front of her before taking a sip.
“Three times.”
She sat back, confusion written all over face. My smirk grew, and she opened her mouth. A prefect ‘O’ formed a delicate flush on her cheeks. “So proud, aren’t you?”
I shook my head. “No. You can still walk.”
Her laugh was sexy, beautiful, confident, and innocent all at once.
I craved it almost as much as her orgasms.
