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“I have to eat too, don’t I?” She shrugged and threw me a quick look over her shoulder as she stirred something in a pan. Not a lick of makeup on the girl, and yet she couldn’t have looked more beautiful in that moment. “Nothing else to do all day, so I decided to cook. Dinner and dessert. Eat or don’t eat, the choice is yours.”
I waved a bag at her, “Got you some clothes and essentials—don’t get too excited but there’s leggings, a few tank tops, t-shirts, panties and women’s stuff. Diesel’s old lady went out and got them, so they should be classy.”
She stopped stirring for a moment and fixed me with a smile that almost stopped my heart, “Thanks, I appreciate it, really.”
“I’ll leave them on your bed.”
I headed upstairs and stepped inside the shower with the water cranked as cold as it would go, trying to shock my system out of the image of Peyton—young, fresh, gorgeous Peyton in her booty shorts, cooking for me. Why was my cock was trying to twitch to life now, for her little ass, when it felt nothing for Simone who’d practically been gagging for it?
I didn’t know, but the image of Peyton on her knees before me, gagging on me, needed to be cleared immediately from my mind, and I showered as roughly and quickly as I could.
Then I took my time drying off and stepping into a pair of navy-blue sweatpants, gathering my wits before going down to the woman who had cooked for me.
Peyton stood in the kitchen like she belonged there, and I couldn’t deny that she did. She looked perfectly at ease as she pottered around throwing pans and spatulas into the sink, frankly making more mess than she was cleaning, but I did not give a flying fuck. Mess could be cleared, but staring at her shapely thighs and flared hips straining against her denim shorts while she was in my kitchen? Bliss.
She glanced over her shoulder at me with a smile. “You’re eating, then?”
“Yeah,” I managed, distracted.
“Guess you are hungry after all.”
“Starved,” I muttered, unable to control the way my eyes traveled the length of her body as I came to a stop by the kitchen table. She watched me for a long moment, head tilted to the side, a few red curls slipping out of her messy bun to slide across the skin of her shoulder. Then she smiled, looking mischievous, and turned to where she had her cake on display. My eyes immediately dropped to the slight outline of her cheeks that I could see below her denim shorts as she bent to cut a slice. And my boy twitched to life once again, even though my skin hadn’t even had time to warm from my cold shower yet.
“I thought you might like to start with dessert,” she cooed softly. Her fork sliced through the cake, and she held it up to my lips. “Taste it.”
“Peyton…” I was suddenly painfully aware that I hadn’t put a shirt on, as her eyes dipped briefly to my chest. But she just shrugged and leaned her pert little ass on my table.
“It’s just cake, Rocky. Relax.”
My hands bunched and flexed at my side. This was a dangerous game.
“Open your mouth,” she demanded, her voice husky and amused, and I sighed and gave in.
I opened my mouth and waited patiently until the chocolate and buttercream burst on my tongue. My eyes slammed shut and I leaned my palm over the table, dangerously near her ass. “Holy fuck, Peyton.”
She let out a giggle of joy. “Right?”
“It’s fucking good.” I opened my eyes to find her face near mine. “Where’d you learn to bake like this?”
“It was my aunt’s secret recipe.” Her eyes dipped to my lips as I licked away a crumb, which made my own gaze drop to hers as she spoke. “She swore she’d take it to her grave, refusing up and down to tell anyone her secret.”
I smirked. “But you managed to wrestle the recipe from her?” Naughty girl…
Peyton shrugged and looked down. “After the fourth time Child Services took me away from home and dumped me on her, she caved and taught me how to bake it. We used to make it together all the time after that. Now, she’s dead.”
I blinked, my smile fading, and I lifted a hand to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “I’m sorry.”
She forced a smile and looked back at me. “I make it sometimes when I’m feeling lonely.”
My hand remained by her ear, and I brushed my thumb over her cheek, my mind going fuzzy as her soft, floral scent slowly enveloped me. “Sorry I had to leave you here alone all day.”
She shrugged again. “No biggie.” Then she lifted her fork, her eyes intent on my lips as she waited for me to accept another bite of her cake. I leaned closer and took it slowly.
“Fuck me,” I said quietly. “This is it best devil’s food cake I’ve ever had.”
Her lips stretched in a genuine smile this time. “You’ve got chocolate all over your mouth.”
I raised my brows, but before I could so much as move, she darted up a finger to wipe it away, before popping it in her mouth.
