Page 54 of My Best Friend's Dad

In fact, the only thing I noticed was that her cheeks were slightly flushed.

“Jenna,” I said, my voice soft but no less commanding. “Are you ready to make some gnocchi?”

It would be dinnertime in a little while and I bet I’d made her work up an appetite.

Let no one say that I wasn’t the type of man that took care of his woman.

She nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from me. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

I pushed off the counter and walked toward her, each step measured and deliberate. As I got closer, I could feel the heat radiating off her. I stopped just inches away, locking eyes with her, the intensity of the moment making her breath catch in her throat.

I liked that I had that effect on her. It was fucking intoxicating.

“Good,” I murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

A shiver ran down her spine at my touch, and she bit her lip, clearly trying to keep her composure.

“Me too,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, but it was way huskier than she probably intended.

I smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made her cheeks blush crimson. “Come on then, let’s get started.”

I took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. She pulled in a shaky breath, and I pulled her toward me, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that quite literally left the two of us panting and wanting. Then I broke the kiss and smacked her ass hard before I disappeared into the pantry, listening to her ragged breath as she tried to get ahold of herself.

I gathered the ingredients we needed and set up a workspace on the kitchen island. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her as I did so.

“Come on. Let’s prepare the dough first,” I said, my own voice just as husky as hers had been.

We worked side by side, our hands brushing occasionally as we prepared the dough, and I guided her through the steps. Fiery sparks tingled up and down my arms every time we touched.

The longer we cooked together, the more I wanted to throw all the ingredients off the counter and fuck her right on top of it, but I controlled myself.

When it came to her, I was insatiable. I swallowed hard, lifted my chin, and ignored the rabid pulse of my dick, focusing instead on the meal I needed to make for her.

She needed to be taken care of right now, not fucked within an inch of her life.

“Just like this,” I said, demonstrating how to roll the gnocchi dough into a long, even rope. My hands were strong and sure, and I couldn’t help but admire the way she followed my movements with steady concentration.

Every moment I spent with her just made me want more.

She tried to mimic my actions, but her rope came out lumpy and uneven. She frowned, frustration evident on her face, but I just laughed softly, my eyes twinkling with amusement.

She was so fucking cute.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it,” I reassured her. “Here, let me help.”

I moved closer, my chest brushing against her back as I reached around to guide her hands. My breath was warm on her neck, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken against my shoulder. Together, we rolled the dough, my hands over hers, until it was just like mine.

My cock brushed against her ass, and she stilled, but then she arched her back and pressed herself to me.

“See? You’re a natural,” I murmured, my lips close to her ear.

She turned her head slightly, catching my gaze. “Only because I have the best teacher,” she said, her voice soft and teasing. The little minx wiggled her ass against my dick, and she was lucky I didn’t bend her right over and slip inside her at that very minute.

But I didn’t because I’m a gentleman.

That didn’t mean that I didn’t enjoy myself, though. I grinned, my eyes darkening with a hint of something more.

“Maybe after dinner, we can make dessert,” I said, all while I pressed my cock a bit more firmly between her cheeks.

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