Page 71 of Where We Ended

Natty set a bowl in front of me and a canister of flour. “Sift this for me.”

She showed me how to hold the metal sifter and the mechanics of pouring in the flour. Once I had it down, I did as she’d instructed and watched as she worked. It was quiet and serene while she moved, and when it was time for me to move onto mixing wet ingredients, I did so without question, all while I remained transfixed by her.

There came a time when she had to open a new bag of flour, and instead of reaching for a knife from the butcher block, she slid her hand under the bar and produced a familiar knife that I had once gifted to her. The sight of it had my eyes narrowing.

“Is that…”

She slid the blade through the bag, the black handle with the grim reaper engraved on the butt gleamed under the lights.

With a breathy voice, she muttered, “The knife you fucked me with when we were nineteen?”

That was the night she became my wife…it wasn’t something I could easily forget.

I watched her, not confirming or denying.

With a smirk, she flipped the blade around, showing me the thickness of the handle. I remembered how it had fit around her puffy, gleaming pussy as she bucked her hips against it. The handle was large enough that it got her off, and I knew she’d kept it but fuck…to have it here, in this kitchen and something she touched nearly every day.

I took the blade from her and stuck the tip into the butcher block.

“Yes, that one. Do you use it often?”

Her hips turned, making her face me. Her left hand trailed up my chest as she leaned closer to me. “I use it in the kitchen, but every now and then, when I get lonely, I’ll take it upstairs, wrap the sharp tip with a towel and use the butt the same way you did.”

Adrenaline surged through me at her sultry, playful tone.

Gripping her jaw, I pulled her in close enough that my lips were at her ear. “Do you think of me when you do it?”

She nodded while letting out an airy gasp. “Always.”

That was the last straw for me. Slipping out of the apron I’d put on, I shifted, holding her hips so they kissed the counter. Her hands came down, gripping the edge as a white plume of flour dusted the front of her apron.

“Silas.” She breathed a warning, as I gently pushed on her back and forced her chest to rest against the counter, the bowl of wet ingredients tipped to the side, and a few eggs rolled out of the way, falling to the floor and cracking as I held her there.

My hand slid under her dress, lifting it so I could see her ass. She wore a pink thong, which slid up right through the center of her crack, leaving the skin of her toned, surprisingly tan ass on display.

“You outside sunbathing where men can see you, Caelum?”

Her hands shifted, making a few more eggs fall near my boots.

“What?”

I pressed my thumb into the shape outlined against her skin. “You have a tiny white heart on your ass, Natty. Like you placed a little marker there to see how dark you’re getting.”

She swatted my hand away and turned to get a look at what I was seeing.

Her green eyes slid up, leveling me with a glare. “Pen has a great private terrace that gets a lot of sun. Laura joined us one time and brought these cute little cutouts to use.”

My mind was going crazy with images of Killian and Jameson seeing Natty in a bathing suit…based on her tan line, a very revealing one that shows most of her ass.

“We’re always alone when we sunbathe…no one sees us, don’t worry.”

That helped settle a dangerous monster brimming under my skin.

“You’re going to stay perfectly still, just like this while I kneel behind you and taste you. Do you understand, Caelum?”

“Silas, what if someone…”

I pulled her hair back, arching her neck, while pushing my leg in between hers. She let out a breathy moan as I pressed my knee there.

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