Page 8 of Hunted: Season Two

“And youneeda birthday cake.”

The eyeroll I’m presented is instant. “No oneneedsa birthday cake.”

“On behalf of all your fellow playground peers, Kid, I’m gonna have to object.”

Laughter floods the kitchen space joining the instrumental melodies that were the soundtrack to his shirtless culinary show.

Turns out in the shop he likes his Mozart and Beethoven, yet while cooking he prefers modern spins of them done by any random instrument such as the accordion.

Which isnotnearly as unsexy as I’ve always thought it was.

Then again that could be because my boyfriend is sexy swaying his ripped frame around to anything.

And I do meananything.

I may have a small obsession of watching him dance to The O’Jays while I’m working on my laptop.

Once his amusement has died down, he leans forward onto one elbow and asks, “How’s your omelet?”

“Cheesy. Pretty sure Gordon Ramsey would have your ass for this.”

Additional chuckles get his bare torso lightly bouncing.

Cutting off another small piece precedes offering it to him. “Want some?”

He simply shakes his head. “Eat up. You need the fuel.”

“And you don’t?”

“I’ve eaten this week.”

“So have I.”

“Crackers don’t count.”

“Then neither doanimalcrackers.”

His mouth bobs around in objection but not a single word manages to escape.

“Exactly.” Extending the egg towards him is accompanied by a teasing smile. “Don’t make me pretend this bite is a roadster in desperate need of parking.” The growing grin on his face inspires mine to widen. “Neither of us want that.”

“Maybeone of usdoes.” He playfully argues prior to leaning forward, allowing me to slide the contents into his mouth. “Maybeone of usmight be into roleplaying.”

“Is that technically roleplaying?” It’s my turn to let laughter fill the room. “Are you telling me you wanna fuck me while I’m dressed up like a Transformer?” Feigned appalment appears in my expression. “Or something more exotic like a character fromRobotix?!”

“That show wasn’t about cars.”

“They werecarlike.”

“They were alien robots.”

“That’s carlike!”

“That’snothinglike cars.”

“So, you’re telling me that fucking meas a caris acceptable but as an alien robot is not?”

“I’m telling you I wanna fuck you anyway and every way you wanna let me fuck you, baby.”

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