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. 

if sensing my gaze on him. My eyes widen and I felt the familiar feeling of heat in my cheeks. He smirks

for the cheese to be added.” He says. I tear my eyes away from him

start stirring. I hum. It smells

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 me. It‘s hard to read his emotions.

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

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

throat when he pushes the

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his finger lightly and a hoarse proan let his mouth. Seeing that I leased him enough i pull away and drop my hands. I smiled

at me, llis lips were parted and I could clearly serwis pulse racing

by the smell of burnt cake has us both moving out of the tradice. My yes widen as I quickly turned

it off then swiftly opened it I coupledas! fanned away the smoke.

we‘ll be having burnt cake?” Blake chuckles owlewardly. I art to face him and glared. If he hadn‘t distracted me this wouldn‘t have happened.

taste really good Ashley!” Reagan

my eyes from the plate and I raised a brow. She sat across from me, her blue eyes twinkling with mirth.“Now don‘t lie to me Reagan.We both know the

taste good if

down to stare at my

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