Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

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Ashley‘s pov

I closed the door of the fridge using my legs and walked over to the countertop. I huffed placing the eggs, butter and milk down on the surface.

“What are we planning on cooking for breakfast?” Blake questions breezing into the kitchen and makes the beeline for the fridge.

He opens it and takes out the orange juice. I try not to linger on his bare upper body. He seemed to only settle to wear his boxers and no shirt. 1

Was he trying to turn me on, on purpose?

“We?” I question with amusement, pulling out the baking soda and flour out of the cupboard then place them beside the eggs. I turn to Blake scowling when he chugged down the orange juice when I noticed that he hadn‘t bothered to pour it into a glass.

“The last time I made you help me you forgot to add salt.” I pointed out. He moves the box away from his mouth, wipes his mouth using the back of his hand and grins at me. “Oh come on baby it still tasted fucking fantastic.” He boasts, placing the orange juice back into the fridge.

I snorted.” Yeah because I added more flavor to it.” I pointed out, walking over to the cupboard to draw out a big bowl. I turn to Blake and point at the draw closer to him.” Could you take a whisk in there for me?”

smirking.” You’re being extra rude

really acting like his old self again, just a tad bit more annoying. It‘s a

asked. He walks over to me, handing the whisk. His eyes glinted with playfulness.”Say, thank you my sexy

the counter next to the ingredients. I turn my attention back

on a sweet smile.”‘Thank you my overly sexy, sweet

the whisk. When my fingers finally got a hold of it, I smirked, “Who’s annoying and too cocky for his own good.”

with mirth. I tilt my head and run a singer down his bare chest “Well you have a fantastic cock and can do magical things with your tongue”I drawled out

gripping my waist and in a swift move places me on the counter top. He spreads my legs and settles between them. His eyes have now gone a

married me for my amazing cock?” He asked, amused. I giggled, secretly bringing my hands to the bag of flour that I could easily open with one hand. “Well not only that, your body is hot to and don’t get me started on your fingers, especially when you fuck me with them.” I licked

dipped my hand into the flour after I had successfully opened it. Blake pouts at me adorably.” So you only married me for my body?” His tone was laced with hurt and disappointment

hand with the flour towards his face.”No you silly, I married you because I so happen to love your annoying and cocky ass.” I giggled, slapping him gently on the cheek and nose

hand away and looked down at his hand that now had flour. I hopped off the counter not liking the look in his eyes. He’d definitely get me back but right now I didn’t want to get dirty. I backed away and froze when he lifts his head. “Oh you’re going to pay for that.” He smirks. “You have no idea what you

out of the way when an egg flew towards my face. “Blake, you‘re going to clean this all on

first!” He laughs, sending another my way. It splatters

to eggs.” I lied, panting. Really that’s the best you could come up with? I really