Page 43 of Punish Me

“Woman, you’re going to kill me, I swear!” I shout, chasing after her as she departs the train.

13 – BRYNLEE

“Where did you get your amazing cooking skills from?” I ask, sitting at the table and forking another piece of lamb.

Ambrose cooked a roast rack of lamb covered in an herb sauce, roasted potatoes, braised carrots, and creamed spinach.

“I’ve always had them,” he says, his hazel eyes twinkling.

“No, you did not. I remember when you couldn’t cook something as simple as spaghetti. So, boy, please. Keep it real,” I laugh.

“I am.”

“No, you’re not,” I say, pointing my fork at him. “This is so delicious. I swear if I hadn’t been sitting here at that island watching you, I wouldn’t have believed that you cooked this yourself.”

“Honestly, I took some cooking lessons a few years ago. Now, I just find whatever I want to cook on Pinterest or YouTube, and I make it. Sometimes, I challenge myself to create my own recipes,” he explains.

I take another bite, close my eyes, and moan my pleasure. I feel his heated gaze on me, which forces me to open my eyes. Those golden orbs are shooting sparks of fire as he slowly works his lips around his food.

“Sorry,” I mutter.

Ambrose reaches his hand across the table and grabs mine. He rubs a thumb in the palm of my hand slowly and then again. I cross my legs under the table.

“Baby, I promised you that we would spend time together on a few dates that didn’t consist of sex. Just us getting to know each other again. But if you keep fucking moaning over that food like that with those tits boosted up the way that theyare, you won’t be the only spread on this table tonight getting consumed.”

“Oh,” I say, smirking.

“Keep playing with me, Bryn, and I’ll have you spread on this table so fast while I feast on that delectable pussy first before I impale you on this table with my dick, preventing you from moving.”

He says all that shit so fast and so low, in a sexy growl that I’m wiggling in my seat. My panties are wet because I want him to do everything to me that he threatened. Yet, it was my idea. I needed to know if what was happening between Ambrose and me wasn’t just my horniness at work for lack of sex over the last few months or just a purely physical attraction between us.

I needed to know that what’s happening is based on a genuine connection that we have with each other. Therefore, I proposed to him after the night in Atlanta that we go out or spend some quality time together getting to know each other again.

I told him that I thought perhaps we were moving way too fast. He disagreed with that comment, but he agreed with going out to get to know each other again. So far, we’ve had a couple of dates. We went back to Atlanta and attended a Braves game together and had dinner at the Yard House.

Our next date was a day of miniature golf, bumper cars, and a paint-and-sip event. The evening ended at Moretti’s Grill with dinner and drinks at downtown Ocean Falls.

It was nice having dinner on the rooftop of the restaurant, overlooking the ocean.

Today’s date was more relaxed. We’ve spent it decorating his front door, porch, and yard for Halloween. After we’d finished, we watched a game of football, and then he surprised me by cooking this amazing dinner.

“Do you think kids are going to come all the way up your long ass driveway to trick-or-treat?” I ask.

Ambrose has a large house that sits far back from the street with a long driveway. He has several acres of land, and his neighbors don’t sit close by. Everyone in this upscale community has a lot of land and large homes.

“They come every year without fail,” he says.

“I love that you decorate for the kids.”

“Cee-Cee would kill me if I didn’t.”

“She enjoys handing out candy?”

“She does. Maybe you should join us this year.”

“I don’t know, we’ll see.”

“You can be the sexy neighbor lady. Or we can get some practice in tonight. I’m not feeling so great, and I need a nurse to take care of me. Preferably one who doesn’t wear panties and has tits spilling out of her costume.”

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