Page 58 of Embrace

Blaze turned me every way but loose. We left no inch of his office untouched. Our scent would seep into every pore in the room. I’d have to get him a couple wax burners to cut through our aroma.

“This shit drives me fuckin’ crazy, baby.”

“Good.” I smirked through the haze of our after-sex moment.

I rubbed my hands through his beard as he picked me up and placed me on his lap. He leaned his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. I rested my head on his shoulder and listened to his labored breathing as it soothed me.

“On some real shit, Su… You got a nigga in the clouds. You give me a natural high. I didn’t know marriage could be so damn powerful.”

I giggled. “I thought it was just me. Before, I was sure you were a knucklehead loser. My eyes have seen the glory.”

Blaze chuckled. “Man. God really aligned this up perfectly. We’d already loved each other as friends, but the addition of intimacy and romance really made us whole. You were the missing piece all along.”

I lifted my head and gazed into his gentle brown eyes. “We’re blessed. I believe in any lifetime, you’d always be my soulmate.”

Blaze licked his lips. “Keep talking like that, and I’m gon’ get you pregnant.”

“Do it.”The command came effortlessly and without hesitation. I don’t know if it was the high of great sex, or my subconscious finally ready to take our relationship to the next level, but I was content with the offer.

Blaze’s dick jumped at the offer. I could feel him hardening between my legs, which only awakened my warmth again. We were addicted to each other. I’d never get tired of Blaze filling me up and talking me through it. The book girlies would love to hear Blaze’s deep, velvet voice talk them through it in audiobook form. I could see them salivating for him.Sorry girls, this one is mine.

The scent of seasoned steak and garlic mashed potatoes filled my nose as I entered the house. I’d decided to take myself out for the day but came home to a surprise from my husband.

“Blaze?”

I called out as I entered the kitchen. The man had on nothing but an apron that saidkiss the chef. I covered my mouth as I giggled. Men’s butts were an interesting sight. He worked out, so the firm, round cheeks were more appealing. I was grateful he didn’t have theHank Hillbooty. I wouldn’t have been able to keep the laughter contained if he did.

“What are you doing?”

Blaze turned to look at me with a big grin. He held out a spoon with a taste of the creamy starch and lifted it up to my mouth. My lips parted as he slid the spoon in the opening. My tastebuds danced at the burst of flavor.

“You cooked this?” I asked with raised brows.

Blaze beamed with pride. “Hell yeah! I been on YouTube watching the chefs whip it up. I had to step my game up and see what I could do. How do the potatoes taste?”

“They’re good as hell, B! You made these from scratch?”

“Hell naw. I got the bag of instant potatoes. I added water and stirred until the clumps disappeared. I added some seasoning though.”

A snort flew from my nose. “You’re doing great.”

“I got your clothes laid out on the bed for dinner. Shower, get dressed, and meet me in the dining room.”

“Yes, sir.”The excitement bubbled in my stomach. “I’ll show you all the things I got from the mall when I come back.”

He nodded and pecked my lips. He gave my butt a gentle tap as I turned on my heels and went into our bedroom. I laughed out loud at the note on the bed next to the gold anklet.

This all you need to have on for dinner;) - Chef Blaze

He was a mess, but I loved him, nonetheless. It took about twenty minutes to prepare myself for dinner. I made sure I was as smooth as silk and smellingedible. I returned to the dining room, void of clothes with the gold anklet dangling on my right leg.

“You look better than the meal I prepared,” Blaze commented as I came into his view. He still had the apron on.

“Well, I feel like you need to remove the apron so we’re on the same playing field.”

“Come take it off me.”

My arousal danced up my thighs and rested in the throbbing bud ready to kiss the tip of his dick. To the outside looking in, they’d say all we did was fuck and eat. Well, Arranged Hearts got it right. Our love languages were too similar. We both found comfort and solace when we ate, and we both loved physical touch. It was like those two things brought us closer together with each other. With each meal we shared, we were able to connect and inform each other on what’s happened in our days. With each round of sex, our souls danced and created a new bond. I wouldn’t change anything about us.

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