ago and you must be hungry.”
“You shouldn’t be cooking. Today was your day off,” he protested even as his hands stretched automatically for the pie.
She laughed and deposited in the plate into his hands, watching gratified as he tore off the covering and immediately began to scarf down the food so fast it was a wonder he didn’t choke. She spied a fridge in the corner and rummaged through it for a bottle of water. He didn’t even look up until he had eaten at least half of the pie then he began to slow down, eating at a more decent pace.
“This is delicious,” he declared. “Absolutely fantastic! You should start a cookbook, you’d be great at it. Famous too,” he told her earnestly, sincerity blazing on his features as he chewed some more.
In that moment, Tiana finally admitted to herself that she loved him. He believed in her when no one else ever had? No one had ever praised her talent and told her she could make something great of it.
Christian chewed harder, licking his lips as he tried to focus on the food and not the tantalizing woman who had ill-advisedly sank onto the edge of the bunk bed, within arm’s reach.
“You really think I can write a cookbook?” she asked, in a voice that made his already growing arousal harden even faster.
He polished off the rest of the lemon meringue pie, shoved the plate at her and said, “Trust me, if half the recipes in that book taste this scrumptious, it would be an instant bestseller. Now there you go. Thanks, Tiana.”
She looked over in confusion as she collected the plate and then dropped it onto the floor beside the bed.
“I was hoping to stay and chat awhile. Jamal is asleep and I’m kind of bored,” she informed him.
Christian’s face almost cracked with the effort it took him to keep smiling and refrain from voicing the thousand curses running through his brain. Tonight of all nights, he was not certain that he could keep his hands off of her; his gaze kept returning to the long, smooth, expanse of her legs exposed by the short hem of her dress.
“Uh, I’m tired and I don’t think...”
“Kiss me!” she said, impulsively before she even knew she was going to say that.
“Excuse me?”
“Kiss me!” she ordered firmly, more certain that she needed to feel his lips on hers as she moved closer to him on the bed.
That was all the encouragement Christian needed. His hands reached for her and in one fluid motion, he had moved her straight into his lap. Their mouths connected eagerly, held and tangled as they both deepened the kiss. He drew back, his gaze scanning her face. His eyes were hooded, his mouth wet from hers while his chest rose and fell rapidly to match her own hasty breathing. The signs of his arousal did nothing to quiet her own and she reached for him again.
“Tiana, you’re driving me out of my mind,” he murmured in between kisses as he trailed his lips down her neck to the scooped neckline of her dress.
Christian’s hand tugged the neckline a little lower, exposing the tantalizing swell of her breasts. Her breasts were firm and soft, he noted, as his lips eagerly kissed her cleavage. Tiana gasped and clutched his head tighter to her chest.
Christian shifted the neckline of her dress to exposed one lace-covered breast. His penis swelled in his jeans, almost bursting his zipper. Her nipple was so dark it was almost black and as he looked down at it through the lace of her bra, it beaded into one hard, inviting little point. With a groan, he bent his head and took the nipple in his mouth through the lace of her bra, enjoying her gasps of pleasure as he eagerly suckled her.
Tiana’s hands caressed his head, urging him on as he sucked her breast while his hands wandered to her silky smooth thighs, raising the short hem of her dress even higher.
Christian slowly smoothed one callused palm upwards towards the juncture of her thighs, enjoying her gasps of pleasure as he moved closer and closer to her
“You shouldn’t be cooking. Today was your day off,” he protested even as his hands stretched automatically for the pie.
She laughed and deposited in the plate into his hands, watching gratified as he tore off the covering and immediately began to scarf down the food so fast it was a wonder he didn’t choke. She spied a fridge in the corner and rummaged through it for a bottle of water. He didn’t even look up until he had eaten at least half of the pie then he began to slow down, eating at a more decent pace.
“This is delicious,” he declared. “Absolutely fantastic! You should start a cookbook, you’d be great at it. Famous too,” he told her earnestly, sincerity blazing on his features as he chewed some more.
In that moment, Tiana finally admitted to herself that she loved him. He believed in her when no one else ever had? No one had ever praised her talent and told her she could make something great of it.
Christian chewed harder, licking his lips as he tried to focus on the food and not the tantalizing woman who had ill-advisedly sank onto the edge of the bunk bed, within arm’s reach.
“You really think I can write a cookbook?” she asked, in a voice that made his already growing arousal harden even faster.
He polished off the rest of the lemon meringue pie, shoved the plate at her and said, “Trust me, if half the recipes in that book taste this scrumptious, it would be an instant bestseller. Now there you go. Thanks, Tiana.”
She looked over in confusion as she collected the plate and then dropped it onto the floor beside the bed.
“I was hoping to stay and chat awhile. Jamal is asleep and I’m kind of bored,” she informed him.
Christian’s face almost cracked with the effort it took him to keep smiling and refrain from voicing the thousand curses running through his brain. Tonight of all nights, he was not certain that he could keep his hands off of her; his gaze kept returning to the long, smooth, expanse of her legs exposed by the short hem of her dress.
“Uh, I’m tired and I don’t think...”
“Kiss me!” she said, impulsively before she even knew she was going to say that.
“Excuse me?”
“Kiss me!” she ordered firmly, more certain that she needed to feel his lips on hers as she moved closer to him on the bed.
That was all the encouragement Christian needed. His hands reached for her and in one fluid motion, he had moved her straight into his lap. Their mouths connected eagerly, held and tangled as they both deepened the kiss. He drew back, his gaze scanning her face. His eyes were hooded, his mouth wet from hers while his chest rose and fell rapidly to match her own hasty breathing. The signs of his arousal did nothing to quiet her own and she reached for him again.
“Tiana, you’re driving me out of my mind,” he murmured in between kisses as he trailed his lips down her neck to the scooped neckline of her dress.
Christian’s hand tugged the neckline a little lower, exposing the tantalizing swell of her breasts. Her breasts were firm and soft, he noted, as his lips eagerly kissed her cleavage. Tiana gasped and clutched his head tighter to her chest.
Christian shifted the neckline of her dress to exposed one lace-covered breast. His penis swelled in his jeans, almost bursting his zipper. Her nipple was so dark it was almost black and as he looked down at it through the lace of her bra, it beaded into one hard, inviting little point. With a groan, he bent his head and took the nipple in his mouth through the lace of her bra, enjoying her gasps of pleasure as he eagerly suckled her.
Tiana’s hands caressed his head, urging him on as he sucked her breast while his hands wandered to her silky smooth thighs, raising the short hem of her dress even higher.
Christian slowly smoothed one callused palm upwards towards the juncture of her thighs, enjoying her gasps of pleasure as he moved closer and closer to her
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