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I quickly freshen up before heading outside my bedroom, which is when I hear soft music. I trace the music to the source and it’s Tori. She’s singing softly while cooking in the kitchen.
She doesn’t notice me immediately, so I lean against the doorway, staring at her, watching her face screw in concentration as she cooks. It’s adorable. My gawking comes to an end, however, when she lifts her head and sees me. She jumps in surprise, her hand going to her chest.
“Carlo!” she yells.
“Hey,” I greet, walking into the kitchen until I’m standing in front of her. “Good morning.”
She looks up at me with her big hazel eyes, and something in my chest stutters. I think my heart stops. When it starts up again, I’m grabbing her arms and pulling her closer as I crash my lips down onto hers. Tori gasps into my mouth in surprise. But it only lasts a second or two before she starts to respond, kissing me back with as much fervor.
Something clatters onto the floor when I push her back into the island. I barely even hear it, too caught up in the way she tastes and the way she feels. My hand trails down to her backside and I palm her ass before squeezing it tight.
I’m hard as fuck right now and Tori makes it worse when she moans softly into my mouth. Her nails dig in my arm and it’s the kind of pain that drives me crazy. Her hips grind into me, in search of some friction, and I’m all too happy to oblige.
“I want you,” she breathes against my lips.
I’m lifting her onto the countertop in the next instant. Somehow, I manage to get her panties off and my cock out of my pants so that I’m able to enter her in one thrust. Tori cries out while I groan, holding her to me. I take the time to look at her then, really look at her—her flushed complexion, the way she shudders against me, and I almost start to feel guilty for attacking her like a caveman. I barely gave her any time to breathe.
“Carlo,” Tori says through gritted teeth, “if you don’t move right now…”
That makes me chuckle. It’s obvious she wants this as much as me. I lean down to give her a kiss before slowly pulling out and thrusting in again. Soon, I set a rhythm that has her gripping my arms tightly. There’s a haze in my mind as I fuck her over and over again until she suddenly stills against me.
She looks up at me, mouth open in ecstasy as she comes. And it’s the fucking best thing ever I’ve ever seen. I keep chasing after my own release. A few minutes later, I’m following her over the edge. She presses me to her, holding us in place as I recover my senses.
“You know,” Tori says softly a few minutes later, “I’m not so sure what your doctor would say about this.”
I pull back to look at her face, brushing away some of her dark locks. “I just fucked the brains out of my doctor. She can let up.”
She slaps my arm before her eyes suddenly widen. “Oh shit, the pasta.”
I shift away as she jumps off the counter, heading to the pot that’s currently smoking faintly. Now that the sex haze in my head has cleared, I can smell the burning food. I walk over, standing behind her as we inspect our meal.
“You just had to distract me, didn’t you?” she says, whirling around and biting her bottom lip.
She looks genuinely distraught about our ruined food. It almost makes me feel bad. I twirl a strand of her hair around my fingers.
“Sorry, baby,” I tell her. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Well, I barely ever do it. But my mom’s tried to teach me and I picked up a few things.”
That doesn’t sound very encouraging. But still, I brave the odds. “It still looks salvageable, actually. I’m sure if we dish it up, it’ll be alright.”
She nods, moving to grab some plates while I help her in clearing up the area. As it turns out, the food is a long way from alright. And it barely has anything to do with the fact that it’s slightly charred. One bite has me reaching for a glass of water, but I wait for her to take a bite of her own. She immediately starts coughing and drinking her own water to wash it all down.
“What the hell?” she says, like she’s not the one that cooked it.
I chuckle. “I think you used a little too much salt,dolcezza. And spice and the sauce is—”
“That’s enough, thank you,” she interrupts. Her hazel eyes narrow. “It’s your fault.”
“Of course,” I say grandly, getting to my feet and grabbing both plates. “Come on, I’ll make us some bacon and eggs. And Tori, it’ll be in both our best interests if you keep your cooking attempts to a minimum.”
“Asshole,” she mutters.
Her mouth is in a pout when she gets to her feet, shuffling over to help me out. I place my arms on her chin, tilting it up so she’s staring me in the eye. “Thank you for trying to cook for me. You’re amazing,” I tell her.
She beams. “I’ll be more amazing when you don’t distract me.”
“Sure,” I tell her before kissing her softly. “Why don’t you go shower? By the time you get back, I’ll be done.”
