Page 45 of Jealous Vows

“That you like the same coffee I do,” she clarifies.

“Humor me.I’m feeling adventurous,” I growl with a sensual nip to her ear.

She gasps before muttering, “Fine.Whatever you say, boss.”

I spear both hands into her hair to ensure I have her full attention.

“I’m not your boss,bambolina.I’m your captor, tormentor, savior, and lover, but never your boss.Capisci?”

Her breath hitches, and a blush rises up from her chest.

“Fine.Whatever you say,lover.”

Relief pours through me even though she heaps sarcasm into the word.She chose the best answer.The right answer.I suck her earlobe into my mouth and flick my tongue over the sensitive flesh before releasing it and nipping her jaw.

“Mio Dio, you’re perfect,” I whisper against her flesh.

She stiffens.I pull back and meet her eyes.

“Is this really happening right now or am I dreaming?”she asks.

“Does this seem real or fake to you?”I ask.

She opens her mouth to respond, and I swoop in with all the hunger pulsing in my veins.Her low groan as I force myself to gentle the kiss into a playful battle of tongues nearly undoes my control, but the bacon pops and grease lands on my arm.I grab Sienna’s hips and swing her out of the line of fire.

“Coffee.Now,” I say with a mild swat to her ass.

She yelps and rubs her backside on her way to the coffee machine.Once she presses the button to start the brewing, I take a note from Gran’s book of skills and recruit her for another task and another until the meal is ready.

When she washes the mugs even though they were clean in the cupboard, I follow her lead and wash all the plates and utensils we plan to use in water so hot and soapy my hands hurt.She watches me out of the corner of her eye as she pours two cups of coffee.I wrap the utensils in paper towels and serve two plates.

Despite the hunger in her stare, her fidgeting becomes more pronounced with every second that passes.I take my fork out of my paper towel bundle and eat a bite of each item from one plate, then do the same on the second plate.

Sienna blinks up at me.Tears glisten in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall.With shaky hands, she sets down the mugs, takes my fork and the plate closest to her, and settles at the table.

I sit across from her and bask in relief, triumph, and pride as she eats over half the food on the plate without issue.When she sets her fork—my fork—down, I smile and continue eating as though this was just another day, despite my urge to celebrate.

She rises and brings the coffee over.

I stare down at the watery mess and lift a brow.

“Adventurous, remember?”she chuckles as she sits back in her seat.

“What is it?”I ask.

“Very, very weak coffee.Dehydrated mess over here, remember?Caffeine makes me jittery,” she says with a shrug.

I nod but can’t force myself to take a swig.She laughs and shakes her head.

“You won’t offend me by not drinking it.I can brew another batch.Do you want to finish what’s on my plate?”

I set down my mug and adjust my throbbing cock.

“I can think of way better things to finish,” I mumble.

More blood rushes to my cock as she blushes.

“Coffee,” she says with an embarrassed nod.