Page 77 of Sweet Deception

I sigh. "Fuck if I know. Joseph informed me she orders a different espresso almost every day. Not coffee. Espresso."

"Isn't espresso coffee?" Gio looks at me, eyebrows lowered.

I stare at him. Nostrils flaring.

He pulls his cell out of his back pocket and starts typing. My gaze goes back to the bane of my existence. "Where's the instructions?"

"We don't need instructions." Gio grumbles and thumps his chest. "We're men. We can figure this shit out."

"Idiot."

I check inside the box and pull the packing material out to find a little book at the bottom of the pile. Throwing the packing stuff back in the box, I place all of it on the kitchen island behind me before flipping through the book.

"According to Google, espresso is thicker than coffee and more intense in flavor. It also has a finer grind with a pressurized brewing method." Gio squints at the screen. "What does that even mean?"

"Put your damn phone down and help me. Did you connect the water line?"

"Yes. Dude, I don't think you can use your coffee in this machine. Did you buy espresso grounds?" Gio pulls the coffee out of my cabinet to read the label.

I pause what I'm doing to look at him.

Fuck.

I text Joanna, asking her to have the espresso grounds delivered.

***

Despite sleeping in, this day has dragged on. Exhaustion seeps out of my bones as I climb the stairs. As much as I want to make it up to Kylie for being away for another two nights, I'm afraid I won't last long.

I push open the bedroom door and pause when I find Kylie just coming out of the bathroom, carrying bottles in her arms. She's wearing a simple white silk camisole that looks incredible against her smooth skin. Every contour of her body is revealed by the silk.

I instantly go hard.

"You're here." She pauses halfway into the room. Her smile blooms.

My hungry stare is my only answer as exhaustion leaves my body and sexual awareness fills its place.

She rushes to place the bottles on the nightstand and then approaches me. I throw my jacket on the chair and then wrap her in my arms, taking her mouth as if I haven't seen her in months instead of days. She responds just as eagerly.

I walk her backwards toward the bed, but after a few steps, Kylie brings her hands to my chest and pushes away. I hold firm but let her pull those luscious lips back, curious why she's stopping me. When she gives me a breathless, wide-eyed look, I lean in to take her mouth again, only to have her slap her hand on my mouth before I can.

"Sorry." She cringes. "I want to give you your surprise first." She takes her hand off my mouth and pushes out of my arms, but then grabs my hand to tug me to the bed. "And to thank you for the espresso machine." She grins at me over her shoulder. "I must admit, in my eagerness, I had one after dinner and I may be an eensy bit energized right now." Her face is flushed and her smile is wide, showing me just how much she's hyped-up on caffeine.

"You don't have to thank me, Angel. And I thought this was my surprise." I grab the hem of her silk nightie and tug gently.

"No. I'm going to give you a massage." When she stops us at the side of the bed, she turns to face me and starts releasing the buttons on my shirt. "I wanted to pamper you for working so hard, and I researched it."

I watch her fondly as she nervously takes my shirt off before starting on my pants. "You researched it? I wish I was there while you did that."

She blushes a pretty pink as she kneels to take my pants off and then removes my socks.

Seeing her kneeling at my feet is almost more than I can handle. I palm my straining hard on, unsure if I will survive her beautiful torture.

"Come." she nudges me to lie on the bed. "Face down. I want to start on your back."

Humored, I lie down and stuff a pillow under my head. Knowing I'll enjoy her hands on me no matter how she does it and let the tension go.

Kylie climbs on top of me to sit on my ass before leaning over and grabbing a bottle. I adjust my dick to a more comfortable position. Seconds later, she lays her hands on the small of my back and strokes upwards.

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