Page 66 of Go Cook Yourself

“Second?” I ask, tickling her hips. She squirms and giggles against me as I hold her close. “Did your first make eggy bread for you?”

“No, she hasn’t, but then Mary Berry is a very busy woman. She’s the best baker in the world, after all.”

I continue to tickle her as she cackles. “How can anyone this delicate make such awful noises? My ears, my ears!”

She turns her head and covers me with kisses. “You’re my top chef now, although, with your comments about my laughter, I might have to change that.”

I cup her face. My voice drops. “I guess I’ll have to find a way to stop your cackles.” I kiss her hard, and her laughter turns to moans that vibrate through my body.

“You’re a seductive bastard,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Mary Berry doesn’t compare,” I add with a wink, slide a hand underneath her shirt, and thumb her nipples. She grinds against me and opens her legs as my nails scratch between her thighs, travelling higher with each kiss.

We make out like that until we start shivering. Kissing her is my new passion.

Eventually, she pulls away. I stroke the strands of her hair, unable to let her go completely. She worries her lip and looks down at the floor. “The thing we did last night…”

“And again this morning?”

“Yes,” she replies before hesitating.

My body trembles. I shouldn’t be anything but blasé. It was meant to be no-strings, probably a one-time deal, yet my stomach rolls in anticipation of what she’ll say.

“Use your words, Ruby.” She huffs, and I’m rewarded with that smile again. I want it against my lips.

“We didn’t say how many times we’d do it, and we already did it four times.”

“So we’re not counting when you rode my face before you fell asleep the second time?”

She grins at the memory I’ve purposely made her relive. “That wasn’t sex.”

“I’m pretty sure you came harder than an earthquake, so you’d better count it. Not all sex is penetrative.”

Her brow furrows like I’ve given her a revelation that she needs to process. “Fine. We did it many times, but we never put a limit on our no-strings sex. We didn’t say it would be once or only one night or…”

“Words,” I growl because my body thrums at the prospect of being inside her again. “What are you saying?”

“I frequently have an itch that my bullet vibrator won’t scratch, and I hoped you might scratch it.”

“Still no strings?”

Although impossible, I want her to say we’re adding strings. “Of course.”

I smile, trying to hide the slight deflation. It’s still sex with Ruby, and that is near perfect.

“So, like fuck buddies?” I ask.

She nods.

“Do we need ground rules? Like not seeing other people.” I try and say that last part casually, even though I'm not sure if exclusive fuck buddies is a thing. “And… shit, I don’t know the rules. I’ve never done this.”

“But—”

“I’ve only had one-night stands,” I reveal, though I hate that she knows that about me. I’m not ashamed of my past, but I want her to view me as boyfriend material. “Let’s Google fuck buddy rules.” Anything to end that cocked head, knitted eyebrow look she’s giving me.

She reaches for her phone and then yelps.

“What?”

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