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 wasnt 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

face me as if sensing my gaze on him. My eyes widen and I felt the familiar feeling of heat in my cheeks. He smirks as though he knew what I was

He says. I tear my eyes away from him and

the cheese inside. Blake is quick to start stirring. I hum. It smells delicious. “I love how wet

removes the spoon from the pan and turns to face me. I do the same, my heart

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

tastes it first. You‘re

breath catches in my throat when he pushes the

Was le playing with my mot101157 Well I will play

drew his finger into my mouth I lewe my eyes on his now darkened gaze ani swirl my tongue around his finger i immagine doing this to his cock, the way I always did. He watches my lips around

let his mouth. Seeing that I leased him enough i pull away and drop my hands. I smiled at him. “You were right, it taste really good. But

as he peered down at me, llis lips were parted and I could clearly serwis pulse racing on his neck. He gulps and my eyes

the smell of burnt cake has us both moving out of the tradice. My yes widen as I quickly turned around, Smoke was comini: out

rushing over. I quickly turned it off then swiftly opened it I coupledas! fanned away

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

taste really good Ashley!”

me, her blue eyes twinkling with mirth.“Now don‘t lie to me Reagan.We both know the cake

shrugged.” It‘s the thought that counts. But it does taste good if you can get your mind oll

small pout. “Now you‘re just being mean,” My eyes drop down to stare at my burnt cake. I poked it

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