Page 48 of Bossed By the Orc

“I disagree,” I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest. “But you’re impossible to argue with.”

“I’m impossible to argue with?” she laughed, gaping at me. “Dristan, you really need to do some introspection if you think I’m the impossible one in this relationship.”

I grinned at her and she blinked at me, biting her lip, realization dawning on what she’d just said. “We’re in a relationship, then.”

“Stop it,” she huffed, looking away. The doors to the elevator opened and she was out first, slowing as she took in the scents emanating from the dining room. “Dristan, I think someone’s here.”

“Yes,” I told her, moving behind her, my palm caressing her lower back. This was the first time she’d allowed me to touch her in such a long time and contentment spread inside me at the feel of her. “I thought it would be nice if you didn’t have to cook for us for one evening.”

She turned to look up at me, a bubble of intimacy spreading between us as a sweet smile graced her face. “That’s really thoughtful of you,” she whispered.

I couldn’t pull my gaze away from her precious, beautiful face. “I know,” I murmured, loving the grin that spread across her features.

“Such humility,” she giggled, shaking her head and heading toward the dining table.

On it was a massive spread of food. I’d ensured that fruits aplenty were included—especially exotic ones that I hoped she hadn’t tried yet. Hand-whipped cream and berries made up one of the desserts and I eyed her thoughtfully, wondering if I could get her to let me use the cream on her.

When she glanced at me before taking a step away, I sighed. No body-shots of whipped cream for me, then. I pulled her chair out and ensured that she was settled before I brought all the dishes to her, ensuring that her plate was filled before mine.

As each course was eaten, the low murmurs and moans of pleasure she was making ensured that my cock strained against my pants the entire time we sat at the table. When she was finished, she leaned back with a small sound of contentment.

That sound.

I wanted her to make it for me after I’d fucked her until she couldn’t take any more. She would make that sound and I’d know that my female was so well-pleasured that I could finally give her pussy a break. I gnawed uselessly at whatever I’d put in my mouth.

I was so focused on Penelope that I hadn’t tasted a single bite of what I was sure was a scrumptious meal. I watched the low light of the room bathe her skin in shadows. I gripped the edge of the table, hearing it creak as I used it to stop myself from getting up and tossing her over my shoulder.

I’d wanted to feed her every morsel by hand, but I didn’t want to push boundaries with her. It would be too easy for her to pull away altogether and I couldn’t have that. No, I needed to be patient.

While it wasn’t my usual style, I’d do whatever I needed to do, even if that meant having the patience of a saint and controlling my temper. I let out a snort, because I knew my brother would have a lot to say about my ability to control my anger. Only for her.

“Thank you for this, Dristan,” she said, her voice low and intimate.

“You’re welcome,” I growled, and I realized my error when her eyes flared with awareness. She knew what watching her eat was doing to me. She straightened in her seat and I stood abruptly, reaching for the cream and berries.

“Dessert is next,” I told her, making my way over to her. Her wide eyes were focused on where my cock was throbbing in my pants, but I ignored the look and doled out some of the sugary concoction onto a dessert plate—trying and failing to make it look artful—before placing it in front of her. “And there’s more fruit in the kitchen for you to try.”

She bit her lip, staring up at me with a look in her eyes that I couldn’t decipher. “You’re being really sweet, Dristan. Tell me why, please.” Her words were still so low and intimate that I wanted to lean down and kiss her, but I held myself back.

“I can be sweet,” I huffed, reaching out to tuck a curl behind her ear, caressing her skin with reverence. “For you.”

A tremulous smile made its way across her face. “I don’t know how much sweet I can handle from you,” she whispered, reaching up to touch my hand where it was still next to her face. “I have plans. So many plans. And you’re not supposed to be a part of them.”

“What I’m hearing,” I told her, tipping her chin up with my other hand, “is that you’re making room in those plans for me.” I searched her beautiful face, her dark brown eyes soulful and pensive.

“I’m thinking about it.” She bit her lip, looking away. “You make it so hard to keep you out,” she laughed, giving my hand one more squeeze before releasing me. “How did you know the way to my heart was through my belly?”

I grunted, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head before making my way back to my seat, completely ignoring the dessert. “Well, you’ve been winning mine with all the food you’ve been making for me recently, so I thought I would give it a try,” I told her with a wink.

Her eyes were huge in her face. “W-winning your heart?” she murmured the question, but I heard her.

“I’m skipping the prepared dessert today so I can have a portion of that pie you made yesterday,” I said, grinning from ear to ear. I was trying to change the subject, aware that my mate wasn’t ready for what I was trying to tell her. “Now, this was the course I told the chef to put the most effort into. Tell me if you like it.”

She hadn’t changed her stricken expression, but at those words, she looked down at her plate. “Okay.” The word was a low murmur of sound and she lifted her dessert spoon to her mouth, taking a small bite.

I waited a moment and I wasn’t disappointed when a moan escaped her lips. The hard throb of my cock had my hips jerking up from my seat at the sound.

Gods, to hear those sounds from her when she’s in my bed.

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