Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 87

“Did you add salt in the pasta.” I asked Blake as I grated the cheese 

He turn around, cyes wide. 

“Was I supposed to?” He winces, 

Thalted iny actions and pointed the half grated cheese at him.” This is why I never let you in the kitchen.” Thuffed and went back to grating the cheese. 

“So should I still add it?” He asked uncertainly. 

I lift my gaze from the grated cheese to him. I raise a brow. “Yes Blake you need to add salt.” I giggled at his perplexed face. 

He snorted and turned around to focus on his task which was to mix the tomato sauce in the pasta. “I knew that.” 

“Sure you did.” I said dryly and rolled my eyes. 

A soft smile stretched on my lips. He wasn‘t the same Blake yet he still acted the same. It didn‘t make sense but I would rather have it this way than not having it at all. 

I moved the grater off the freshly grated cheese and placed it on the counter. I strutted over to Blake who was busy stirring the pasta in the pan. I clutched the glass plate that was piled with the shredded cheese. 

I bite my lip. The white shirt he wore showed off his toned back. It always reminded me of the day he fucked me inside the dressing room at one of the lingerie stores. 

There was a lengthy mirror that showed his back while he thrusted into me like his life had depended on it. It was sexy and every time I thought about it I would instantly get turned on. 

on him. My eyes widen and I felt the familiar feeling of heat

for the cheese to be added.” He says. I

to start stirring. I hum. It smells delicious. “I love how wet and creamy

I knew he was not referring to the pasta. He removes the spoon from the pan and turns to face me. I do the same, my heart pounding as he stares at

spoon and collects some of the creamy sauce. His eyes twinkle as he peers down at me with a soft smile tugging at the

who tastes it first. You‘re the chef afterall, I‘m

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away and drop my hands. I smiled at him. “You were right, it taste really good. But I think we need to add some culi powder to

were parted and I could clearly serwis pulse racing on his neck. He gulps and my eyes follow that

the smell of burnt cake has us both moving out of the tradice. My yes widen

off then swiftly opened it I coupledas! fanned away

to face

good Ashley!” Reagan complimented me.

and I raised a brow. She sat across from me, her blue eyes twinkling

the thought that counts. But it does taste good if you can get your mind oll

just being mean,” My eyes drop down to stare at my burnt cake. I

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