cleaning lady has been sick these past two weeks. Poor woman has the flu,” I lie.
“Ah.” He nods. “Let’s see what we have to work with.” He opens the refrigerator, which is full of plastic containers of moldy leftovers and old Chinese food take-out boxes that could be mistaken for scientific experiments.
“Our cleaning lady takes care of the refrigerator too. Sorry about the mess,” I lie again.
“It looks like a science lab in here,” he jokes. “Let’s check out the freezer.” He opens the freezer door and a bag of frozen baby peas fall on his foot. “I guess that’s a sign. Do you have any tortellini?”
“I think I have a bag of cheese tortellini somewhere in there.”
“Is it from this century?” he teases.
“Yes.” In my mind I’m sticking my tongue out at him.
“Ah, here it is. Good.” He closes the freezer then goes back into the refrigerator, taking out a stick of butter and a container of grated parmesan cheese. “Can you put up a pot of water to boil for the tortellini? Throw some salt in it too.”
“Sure.” I grab one of the two pots we own, fill it with water and put it on the stove. Ben has his back to me while he’s reading the tortellini package. I stop and admire his backside; it’s so strong and muscular, even hidden under his undershirt. And damn those arms, whenever he flexes and I catch a glimpse of his guns, I swoon. He has an incredible body, the kind sculptors only wish they could chisel.
And I had sex with that body.
A smile slowly curls up from the side of my mouth at the realization of the moment I’m in right now. There’s an extremely hot, half-naked guy who just gave me two mind-blowing orgasms, making dinner for me in my filthy apartment. Can things get any better than this?
“Is the stove on?” he asks.
I snap out of my perving and turn the knob. “Yes.” Well, it is now.
He turns around and faces me. My kitchen is so tiny; he’s practically stepping on my toes.
“We have ten minutes to kill until the water boils,” he says.
“What would you like to do with those ten minutes?” I ask darkly.
A sexy smile plays on his lips. He grabs the sash to my robe and pulls it, opening my robe. He shifts me away from the stove and lifts me onto the counter top, positioning himself between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist as he wraps his arms around me, playfully grinding into me and kisses me. My stomach is doing flips. I feel that now familiar tingle I always feel when he’s near me.
“This has possibilities,” he mutters. “But I think we’ll wait.”
Wait? No, no waiting. Take me now!
He tries to escape the clutches of my leg lock to check on the pot of water, but I hold him in tighter.
“The water is going to boil over, Julia.”
“I don’t care, Ben.” I tighten my legs’ grip, holding him in place.
“Holding me captive? Okay… now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?” he teases.
I wrap my hands around his neck, linking my fingers together, pull him close to me and kiss him. After our kiss, he leans his forehead on mine and smiles.
“Was that okay?” I ask.
“That was much more than okay.” He kisses the tip of my nose. Suddenly we hear the sound of the water sizzling on the stove top. “Shit, it’s boiling over.”
I unhook my legs from around Ben’s waist and he walks over to the stove, taking off the lid and lowering the heat. Talk about ruining a perfect moment. Stupid water.
“Be careful, you hardly have any clothes on. Don’t get burned.”
“I’m touched by your concern,” he says.
“Purely selfish. I’m hungry. I don’t want to waste time getting you to the hospital for second degree burns.”
“There’s that wit again.”
“You think I’m kidding? I’m starving.”
Ben grabs the bag of tortellini and adds it to the water. I jump off the counter and retie my sash. I take a spoon out of the dish rack and hand it to him. He stirs the tortellini and puts the
“Ah.” He nods. “Let’s see what we have to work with.” He opens the refrigerator, which is full of plastic containers of moldy leftovers and old Chinese food take-out boxes that could be mistaken for scientific experiments.
“Our cleaning lady takes care of the refrigerator too. Sorry about the mess,” I lie again.
“It looks like a science lab in here,” he jokes. “Let’s check out the freezer.” He opens the freezer door and a bag of frozen baby peas fall on his foot. “I guess that’s a sign. Do you have any tortellini?”
“I think I have a bag of cheese tortellini somewhere in there.”
“Is it from this century?” he teases.
“Yes.” In my mind I’m sticking my tongue out at him.
“Ah, here it is. Good.” He closes the freezer then goes back into the refrigerator, taking out a stick of butter and a container of grated parmesan cheese. “Can you put up a pot of water to boil for the tortellini? Throw some salt in it too.”
“Sure.” I grab one of the two pots we own, fill it with water and put it on the stove. Ben has his back to me while he’s reading the tortellini package. I stop and admire his backside; it’s so strong and muscular, even hidden under his undershirt. And damn those arms, whenever he flexes and I catch a glimpse of his guns, I swoon. He has an incredible body, the kind sculptors only wish they could chisel.
And I had sex with that body.
A smile slowly curls up from the side of my mouth at the realization of the moment I’m in right now. There’s an extremely hot, half-naked guy who just gave me two mind-blowing orgasms, making dinner for me in my filthy apartment. Can things get any better than this?
“Is the stove on?” he asks.
I snap out of my perving and turn the knob. “Yes.” Well, it is now.
He turns around and faces me. My kitchen is so tiny; he’s practically stepping on my toes.
“We have ten minutes to kill until the water boils,” he says.
“What would you like to do with those ten minutes?” I ask darkly.
A sexy smile plays on his lips. He grabs the sash to my robe and pulls it, opening my robe. He shifts me away from the stove and lifts me onto the counter top, positioning himself between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist as he wraps his arms around me, playfully grinding into me and kisses me. My stomach is doing flips. I feel that now familiar tingle I always feel when he’s near me.
“This has possibilities,” he mutters. “But I think we’ll wait.”
Wait? No, no waiting. Take me now!
He tries to escape the clutches of my leg lock to check on the pot of water, but I hold him in tighter.
“The water is going to boil over, Julia.”
“I don’t care, Ben.” I tighten my legs’ grip, holding him in place.
“Holding me captive? Okay… now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?” he teases.
I wrap my hands around his neck, linking my fingers together, pull him close to me and kiss him. After our kiss, he leans his forehead on mine and smiles.
“Was that okay?” I ask.
“That was much more than okay.” He kisses the tip of my nose. Suddenly we hear the sound of the water sizzling on the stove top. “Shit, it’s boiling over.”
I unhook my legs from around Ben’s waist and he walks over to the stove, taking off the lid and lowering the heat. Talk about ruining a perfect moment. Stupid water.
“Be careful, you hardly have any clothes on. Don’t get burned.”
“I’m touched by your concern,” he says.
“Purely selfish. I’m hungry. I don’t want to waste time getting you to the hospital for second degree burns.”
“There’s that wit again.”
“You think I’m kidding? I’m starving.”
Ben grabs the bag of tortellini and adds it to the water. I jump off the counter and retie my sash. I take a spoon out of the dish rack and hand it to him. He stirs the tortellini and puts the
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