Page 33 of Love, Restricted
“I see.” She rubbed Shadow’s head, then entered the house.
She’d changed from her work attire into shorts and a shirt that matched. On her feet were a pair of Jordan 3 Retros. Her hair was pulled into a ball unlike the way she had it at work.
“I figured we could cook dinner together,” I told her as we walked toward the living room.
She leaned down and took Cashmere’s leash and harness off before she put them in the corner where Shadow’s was kept.
“That’s cool. What are we making?”
I stretched my hand out for her to grab. Once she did, I led her into the kitchen.
Shadow and Cashmere stayed in the living room. I had an extra bed, so I put one out for Cashmere along with some toys. I wanted him just as comfortable as his mom.
“Chicken Alfredo.”
Mycah stopped and turned, then curled her lips into a half smile.
“I realized you eat chicken Alfredo every Thursday, and today is Thursday.”
“Glad to know you pay attention.” I kissed the tip of her nose.
For the most part, I was a creature of habit, and she was right; every Thursday I ate chicken Alfredo whether I cooked it or got it from a restaurant. There was no rhyme or reason behind it. It was just how it turned out.
“Of course I do. You’re an interesting person, Chief.”
“Oh, you starting shit early, I see.” I tapped her on her ass.
The shorts made her butt sit up, even though it was fairly small.
“I didn’t do or say anything.” She giggled.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what that does to me when you call me that.”
During one of our conversations, I told Mycah how it turned me on every time she called me Chief.
“Maybe I do. Anyway,” she sang. “I need to wash my hands so we can get started.”
“Uh-huh.” I kissed her neck before she walked over to the sink.
As she washed her hands, I moved behind her. My front was pressed against her back, and I knew it was a bad idea when my dick stirred. I should have done something else, because we were close to skipping dinner.
I put my head in the crook of her neck. I picked up notes of vanilla when I inhaled.
“You smell so good.” I inhaled deeper.
“Thank you.” She pushed back from the sink, but that didn’t do anything but make her ass push into me even more.
To distract myself, I grabbed a paper towel and handed it to her, but I didn’t move that much.
“There’s one rule for the night, and I hope it’s okay with you.”
A low moan escaped her lips when I licked the side of her neck.
“And what’s that?” Her eyes were closed as she leaned her head against my chest.
“No phones. Just you and me with no interruptions.” My hand ran down the center of her chest and rested on her stomach.
“I can do that. I already told my best friend I was with you. I also made sure to talk to my parents before I even left the house, so nobody was going to bother me anyway.”
