Page 53 of His Wild Attraction

“Yup, Mommy says grilled cheeses are magic.”

“That they are. Sammy, can you go wash up for dinner?” Ellie asked, smiling at her son.

“Yup, Mommy. I’m hungry!”

“You just had a snack,” she chided, but I could see the love shining in her eyes as she spoke to him.

I wanted her to look at me like that. Well, maybe not exactly like that, but with feeling.

Soon.

I just had to be patient.

“Sammy, make sure you say your ABCs at least once before rinsing off the soap,” she instructed.

She looked so cute, hands on her hips, using that unmistakable mom voice. So stern. So hot. It made me wonder if maybe she’d consider giving me instructions in the bedroom.

Goddamn.

She was so beautiful.

Today she was wearing a pair of stretchy jeans that hugged her perfect ass, and drew my eyes like a moth to a flame.

She wore a plain t-shirt on top and a small apron tied around her waist. Her hair looked a little wild, even though she attempted to hold it back from her face with some kind of stretchy headband.

I liked it wild. When we first met, Ellie’s hair was short, like a pixie. Now it hovered just above her shoulders in choppy layers that made her big curls look even more tempting, resting just against the soft skin of her neck.

Fuck.

I wanted her so much. That pull I felt to her increased more and more each day.

She was so good. So pure.

I looked at the apron again, noting the different colors where she might have wiped her hands or spilled something, and grinned.

She was a fantastic cook. The entire condo smelled delicious from her efforts.

The telltale signs of a home-cooked meal were familiar now. Something I never expected. I grinned again, wondering what amazing thing she put together for us tonight.

Ellie was a wonder in the kitchen, but I never made demands of her. She didn’t have to cook or clean or whatever. Hell, she could do anything she wanted.

I told her we could hire someone, or multiple someones, to do chores and things like cooking. But she refused the offer and seemed to enjoy doing it.

So, I simply left her to it, giving her access to all the grocery delivery apps I had standing orders with so she could add whatever she liked to it.

I enjoyed eating whatever she made, so really it was a win-win. Ellie could cook all she wanted.

One thing I wouldn’t budge on was the cleaning service.

She worked hard enough already just raising Sammy. I didn’t need her to mop floors or wash toilets.

There was nothing demeaning in that sort of work, but we could afford the staff, and I insisted she use it.

“Hi,” I said, pressing my lips together.

It was so damn hard not to go to her every time she entered a room. My heart pounded, my pulse raced.

All I wanted to do was gather her in my arms and smash my mouth to hers, to breathe in her air and taste her lips.

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