Page 64 of Wicked Little Thief

Soon, the smells emanating from the stove made his stomach growl. It seemed his sweet Utah was a good cook. He knew the dinner she’d made when she’d been there before had been good, but he couldn’t remember if it had been the actual taste or simply because she’d been thoughtful enough to make it.

Twenty-five minutes later, she returned wearing an apron that conjured up 1950s housewife fantasies. That, combined with his collar around her neck, made his cock instantly hard. So did her cheeky, “Dinner’s ready, My Liege.”

He fucking loved her sass. It was going to make her submission that much sweeter.

The table was set for two, and he took a seat while she picked up a pan from the stove and set it on an oven pad already on the table.

“I know I should put dinner in a serving dish, but I thought since it’s just the two of us, this would be okay.”

He looked at the creamy chicken and broccoli pasta creation she’d prepared and nodded. “One less dish I have to wash.”

Utah paused mid-scoop. “You don’t have to clean up.”

“We’ve had this discussion before, honeybee. You cooked; I clean.”

She dished the pasta onto his plate. “Even now with our new arrangement?”

“Yeah, baby. You’re my submissive, not my maid. I love that you made dinner for us, even if you were a little cheeky about it.”

She sat down and put a helping on her plate. “I wasn’t cheeky.”

Liam pinned her in place with a look. “My Liege?”

Her lips pressed together seemed to suggest she was suppressing a smile. He raised his eyebrows at her, and her face immediately sobered, and she defensively retorted, “What? You said that was one of the options I could call you.”

He paused mid-bite. “Perhaps I should have clarified that it not be with sarcasm.” Putting the food in his mouth, he moaned. “Damn, this is delicious, baby.”

She smiled when she glanced down at her plate to stab a pasta noodle with her fork. “Thank you. I just googled some of the ingredients you had, and this recipe popped up.”

“You’ve never made this before?”

“No. But I knew by reading the recipe that it would be easy.”

“Wow. I think I’m going to be spoiled for the next four months.” He took another bite then gave her a wicked grin as he swallowed and blatantly stared at her tits. “In more ways than one.”

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Utah

She didn’t miss how he quantified how long he was going to be spoiled. Like he was reminding her that her stay was temporary.

Still, this was a thousand times better than jail.

They talked over dinner about current events and the state of Boston politics. She was glad to find they were in agreement on most things, but they were able to have a spirited debate on what to with the Mass. and Cass issue.

Although she didn’t agree with how he’d handle the area, his argument was well thought out, and she was even more attracted to him than ever.

Dominant, smart, nerdy guys were apparently her jam because she was crushing on Liam hard.

Harder than when she’d left a month ago, and that was saying something.

And she was still mad at him for denying her an orgasm.

This didn’t bode well for her leaving his house in four months with her heart intact.

She stood to clear his plate, and he grabbed her wrist.

“What’d I say about cleaning up?”

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