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?”

a brow, smirking.” You’re being extra rude

breath. Blake was really acting like his old self again, just a tad bit more annoying. It’s a cute annoying. “Blake, would you please take the whisk in that draw for me please?” I

while doing as asked. He walks over to me, handing the whisk. His eyes glinted with playfulness.”Say, thank you my sexy husband and I’ll give it to

the ingredients.

sweet smile.”‘Thank you

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

annoying ass and cockiness, why else would you marry me?” He whispers, eyes flashing 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

and in a swift move places me on the counter top. He spreads my legs and

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 my lips even more amused at the unmistakable lust in his eyes.

So you

so happen to love your annoying and cocky ass.” I giggled, slapping him gently on the cheek and nose with the flower.

lifting a hand and trails it over his flour face. He drew his 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 just started.” He chuckles and reaches for the crate of eggs. I lift my hands

an egg flew towards my face. “Blake, you’re going to clean this all on your own!” I shout crawling

sending another my way. It splatters on the wooden draw and I cringed dreading the cleanup

you could come up with? I really didn’t want to have to clean off eggs from my