All In: ALL IN KNIGHTS OF MAYHEM

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Authors: Brook Greene
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary
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spreads my lips, ‘see something you like?” I ask of him feeling his eyes perusing my half naked body.
    “That’s a good look for you.” He closes the distance between us wrapping an arm around my waist and hauling me into another panty dropping kiss, well it would be if I had any panties on.
    “Well we will have to try it more often then, if you like.” I wiggle my hips into him trying to coax him back to the bedroom so we can have another round of amazing sex.
    “I see what you are trying to do here.” His eyes are devilish and his body is sinful as he separates it from mine.
    I tiptoe and kiss his nose, ‘and what would that be?” I act all innocent.
    He shakes his head, ‘shit baby,‘ he drops his arms from me and turns going back to the kitchen and the coffeepot.
    It hits me like a brick upside the head, he can't leave until he divest s me of his shirt, the only shirt he has at my house, which is currently the only item of clothing I am wearing, oh I am a sneaky little minx. I inwardly giggle at my genius. I will have to remember this one.
    I stroll on my tiptoes over to the counter next to him and push myself up on to it crossing my legs at the ankles, ‘so exactly what is it you have to do today?”
    He brings his head out of my fridge long enough to give me a look letting me know he is never going to tell me, ‘top secret uh?” I shrug off the complete dis he has just given me.
    “Club business and I bought an old pan head needing a severe tune up.” He goes back to the inside of the fridge pulling out some eggs, ‘hungry too.” He holds up the eggs to me, ‘pan.”
    I point to the stove, ‘under there.”
    I hop off the counter and realize I am not as enticing as I thought, ‘so how do we do this?” I walk my index and middle fingers across the counter of the island as I head for one of the stools, sliding up I cross my hands together in front of me and wait for the bomb to drop.
    I watch his back muscles roll as he is doing the simplest of tasks, like scrambling eg gs in a bowl, ‘do what.” He doesn’t turn to address me eye to eye, but I watch as his muscles stiffen.
    I chew my lip right along with the words I am getting ready to speak and then think better of them because I don’t want to ruin the morning, ‘aw nothing never mind, no biggy.” I go over and steal a cup of the fresh brew, going to the fridge to doctor it up my way.
    Still not directing his eye at me he continues the brush off, ‘h ey leave it out for me, I really don’t like the taste of coffee so I have to add all that shit too.” He has poured the egg mixture into a pan laced with melted butter. He is avoiding eye contact and the subject I had stupidly brought up when I know all he wants is a physical relationship with me, which by the way is perfect.
    After several moments of unc omfortable silence, only for me. He works the eggs and then dumps them out on two plates handing me one and taking the seat beside me to eat his, ‘you cookin’ tonight?”
    “ What?” I mumble with a mouth full of the best cheesy eggs I have ever eaten.
    “I will hopefully be done around five.” He has not diverted his attention from his plate as he continues to heap fork full’s of eggs into his mouth washing them down with gulps of coffee.
    I have stopped eating and I am just staring at him, he wants to see me again tonight? I narrow my gaze on him, ‘Leo am I the only one?” There it is, I said it, got it out into the open. Flooding the air between us with tension and my insecurities.
    Chocking on his eggs, ‘the only one what Avery?” He has laid his fork down propping his elbows up onto the counter laying his heavy gaze on me.
    I take a deep breath in preparation for the spewing of words getting ready to be released from my dumb ass mouth, ‘the only one who you do this with.” I gesture with my fork between us.
    “What eat?” His tone is clipped with a hint of aggravation.
    Shaking my head, ‘no this,’ I stand

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