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. 

eyes widen and I felt the familiar feeling of heat in my cheeks. He smirks

He says. I tear my eyes away from him and clear my throat awkwardly as I near him.

I hum. It smells delicious. “I love how wet and creamy it looks. I‘m certain

to face me. I do the same, my heart pounding as he stares at me. It‘s hard

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

only right if you‘re the one who tastes it first. You‘re the chef afterall, I‘m just

my throat when he pushes the finger coated

with me Was le playing with

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on Ipartel my lips, 11t my hands to clutch his hand and drew his finger into my mouth I lewe my eyes on his now darkened gaze ani swirl

drop my hands. I smiled at him. “You

were parted and I could clearly serwis pulse racing on his

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

off then swiftly opened it I

cake?” Blake chuckles owlewardly. I art to face him and

really good Ashley!” Reagan

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

it does taste good if you can

just being mean,” My eyes drop down to stare at my burnt cake. I poked it with the fork. Even the

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