Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
If I wasn’t stuck in this wonderland, I’d probably ask for something healthier. Maybe then I could finally drop these last ten pounds.
The closer I get to the kitchen, the stronger the smell gets. It’s intense—in a good way. I can’t quite place it, but I’m picking up fresh basil and garlic, which means one thing: Italian. Please let it be fresh pasta. If I’m going to be living in this fairy tale, I might as well enjoy the perks, right?
“Damien? I didn’t know you were home yet. Don’t tell me you’re responsible for this incredible smell?”
He flashes a sexy smile over his shoulder. “Of course, I am. Come on over and have a taste.”
Have a taste. Even those three words from his lips sound positively erotic. “I won’t say no.”
“Words every man longs to hear.” His smile is contagious and when he waves me over, I close the gap between us until less than an inch separates us. “Come.”
Yes, please. “What did you make?” Being this close to him is making me a little bit dizzy. I’m not sure if it’s his expensive cologne or just the masculine scent of him, but lately I can’t seem to get enough of Damien.
“Open up and taste.”
My nostrils flare at his dirty words, and I lick my lips before opening my mouth. Fire, white and hot, flashes in his eyes at my easy obedience. A moan escapes the moment the sweet and tangy sauce hits my tongue. “That’s incredible. What is it?” It’s some kind of tomato sauce but not like any I’ve ever tasted.
“Caramelized onion, butter, garlic and Calabrian chili. That last one isn’t exactly authentic, but the spice is nice, right?”
I lick my lips again. “I’ve never been more turned on by a man talking food to me in my life. Are we alone? The chef not working today?”
He freezes, surprise lighting up his beautiful face. “Yes, kitten. We’re alone.”
Suddenly, all I want at this moment is Damien. I mean I always want Damien. He’s gorgeous and romantic, but right now, having his cock buried deep in me is the only thing I want.
The only thing I need.
His gaze drops to my lips, and the space between us feels electric, like a current snapping in the air. My knees wobble, a shaky breath escaping as our eyes meet. The intensity in his stare makes my chest tighten, and my breathing becomes shallow, uneven, as if I can’t quite catch it.
I grab his face in my hands and slide my tongue against his lips, teasing him until he moans into my mouth and his hands tightly grip my hips.
“Damien.” I pull back, breathless. Needy.
His look is so dark and wicked, so sexy my panties go up in immediate flames. His hand reaches out, turning the sauce to a low simmer. “We have as much time as we need.”
“Good.” I attack his mouth again, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around him so that his cock presses right between my thighs. Damien moves us away from the stove and I slide down his body slowly, smiling as I make quick work of his light blue button-up shirt, shoving it down his sculpted arms until it hits the floor. My fingertips dip inside the waistband of his slacks, sliding back and forth along the hot, hard skin of his abdomen.
“Francesca.”
Shivers run up my spine. I never really cared for my first name much, not until I heard it fall from Damien’s lips. He makes it sound so cultured and beautiful.
I kiss his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples while I free his cock from his pants. “You’re so beautiful,” I growl and curl my fingers around his cock, staring at him like the work of art he is.
“Frankie.” He clenches his jaw, trying to keep control.
I drop to my knees and run my tongue along the head of his cock over and over until his hips push forward, sending his cock just past my lips. I open up for him, letting the rough slide of my tongue tease him until his legs tremble. My hands grip his thighs and then around to his ass, sending him down my throat, letting him own me.
“Enough, Francesca!”
I take him a little deeper and his grip on my hair tightens. His hips push forward, jutting his cock down my throat one last time before he pulls back. “Enough? Impossible.”
His lips curl into a crooked grin. “Up. Now.”
My nipples harden painfully at the dark, commanding tone he normally uses in the bedroom. Or the kitchen. I get to my feet, my gaze never leaving his face.
“Get naked for me.”
Despite my racing heart, I obey and take off the t-shirt I hastily put on after showering, relieved that I left my bra upstairs.
“Faster,” he growls.
But I take my time. Damien loves to be in charge, and I love it when he’s in charge. When he orders me to do something, I can’t help but obey. As I slip my thumbs into my panties, I pull them down at a leisurely pace, watching his face flush with desire.