Page 156 of Right Man, Right Time
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“Areyou really cooking me breakfast, or am I imagining this?” Ollie asks, coming up behind me and kissing my bare back while her hands rest on my hips.
“I hope you like omelets.”
“Love them,” she says as I turn off the stovetop and turn to face her.
She’s wearing one of my shirts, and it looks so good on her. I truly wonder how I got this lucky to call her mine.
I lift her chin up and say, “Morning.”
“Good morning.” Her hands go around me and dip under the waistband of my briefs, where she grips my ass.
“You’re going to make me hard.”
“Good.”
“Breakfast first, then I’ll fuck you.”
“Fine, but eat fast.”
I chuckle and then remove her hands from my ass. “Grab us coffee from the pot.”
She looks over at the coffee maker and says, “For a man who has all this money, I’m surprised you don’t have a fancier machine.”
“No need when I like it black,” I answer. “Don’t worry, there’s creamer and shit in the fridge for you.”
“Aw, did you get that just for me?”
“I did,” I answer.
She pulls two mugs off the tree mug stand next to the coffee maker and then fills them up. She then goes to the fridge, where she pauses for a moment. “Silas, there are five different creamers in here.”
“I didn’t know what you would like.”
“When did you get them?”
“This morning,” I answer as I put the very large omelet on the plate and then split it in half. I serve her the other half and then grab the whole wheat toast from the toaster and spread butter over both slices. Together, we take the plates, silverware, and cups to the table. I sit and then tug on her hand to sit on my lap.
“You know, there is a perfectly good chair right over there,” she says as I kiss her neck.
“I know, but I’ve been jealous of watching my friends sit with their girls like this. It’s my fucking turn.”
She loops her arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. “That’s actually really cute.”
I smooth my hand over her thigh and pick up my fork. “You know, I don’t think I ever thanked you.”
“For what? Making you blackout when I sucked you off last night?”
I lightly laugh. “No, not that, but this mouth”—I lightly kiss her—“it’s fucking sinful.”
“Thank you.”
“But that’s not what I was talking about.” I rub her thigh gently. “Thank you for being patient with me. I still have a lot to work out in my head, but I appreciate you not getting frustrated with me.”
“Like I said”—she drags her thumb over my lip—“you’re worth it, Silas.”
I nip at her lips, and she smiles, returning the kiss before turning back to her breakfast. “So I have a lot of things I want to do with you.”
