Page 23 of Mine to Worship

“I have to go. Don’t screw anything up.”

“I won’t, I learned from you. You don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“Fuck you very much.”

I rub my eyes when Ellia pads down the stairs, wearing my shirt and long socks. My cock hardens at the patch of skin of her exposed thigh. I swallow my desire down when she approaches and tilts her head.

“I’m hungry.”

A smile stretches my lips, the relief so potent it hits me in the chest. I hated seeing her in that hospital bed.

“What would you like to eat?”

“Something light.”

I look up a chicken recipe, and she snatches my phone and giggles.

“I can cook.”

“Let me,” I plead and we push the phone between us.

“Fine, we’ll do it together.”

Together never sounded so good to me. We make chicken and a big bowl of salad.

Her hand trembles as she moves the fork toward her mouth and my breath halts. She chews and I count. One bite, two bites, three bites. Her face isn’t scrunching up in disgust. That’s a good sign, as well as her little moans of delight.

“It’s getting cold.”

She points to my plate, and I dig into it, my eyes never leaving her.

“It’s good,” I say.

“Yes, so good,” she answers, a satisfied moan muffled as she chews.

When we finish, I load the dishwasher.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she says and sways up the stairs.

Shall I try my luck? I run a hand through my hair, shaking my head, and decide to let her have her privacy.

Chapter 11

Ellia

I take his shirt off and as I undress, I’m stuck on the intense gaze he sent my way when I left the room. His desire burnt me from within, inflaming my skin. Why do I crave his attention so much? I stretch my neck over my shoulders, but the door stays closed throughout my shower. Anger flickers low in my belly at him not trying to come in. I’m a walking contradiction. I huff and pour shower gel onto the loofah.

After rinsing for far too long, I dry myself with a fluffy towel, feeling much better. This is the longest I’ve gone without being sick. My fingers graze my lower belly. I can’t believe there is a mini-us inside me. Together, we created life in a chaos of bright emotions, lies, and hurt. But our baby is the purest thing our love could have ever produced.

I put Kian’s shirt back on, and I inhale his heady smell. Walking to the top of the stairs, I watch him for a moment, unnoticed. He’s hunched over his laptop, his eyes scanning the screen, and his fingers tap away in a frenzy. After the ping of an email being sent, he shuts the laptop and turns in my direction, setting his full attention on me.

I shake myself of the contradiction of wanting him but not wanting to want him and take the stairs down.

I lean back on the couch, grabbing the TV remote. His eyes on my body cause goosebumps to erupt. I switch from one channel to the other when he places my foot in his lap. His fingers press into my skin, massaging them, and I moan.

This is so good.

“Stop moaning. It drives me crazy.” His voice turns throaty as he drags my foot down his hard cock, and I choke on my moan.

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