Page 55 of Bewitched

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Saturday, May 13

Paige walked into the kitchen and felt like her fairy godmother had finally granted all her wishes. Blake stood in his boxers at the stove, cooking something. Everything that was good and right in the world was standing before her.

She grabbed her phone off the counter and took a picture. Laughing to herself, she made it her wallpaper. Blake’s beautiful ass was going to greet her every time she picked up her phone. “Honey, what are you making?”

He turned and gave her a naughty smile. “Just some fried potatoes and eggs. It’s going to be ready in a couple of minutes. Why don’t you make us some toast?”

Walking over, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his back. “You made me scream your name twice this morning, and now you’re making me breakfast. I am a lucky girl.”

He covered her hand and laughed. “Got to take care of my woman.”

She pressed several kisses to his back and then let him go. “That you did. Especially the second time. I had no idea you were so creative.”

“I figured we should be as creative as we can.” Rubbing his hand over her belly, he grinned. “I’m going to get at you until you stop me.”

Snorting, she leaned up and kissed him. “I’m not going to stop you. I may jump you, though.” Sliding her eyes over his body, she bit her bottom lip. “Definitely…jumping.”

“I like the naughty way you’re looking at me. It’s giving me some ideas for after breakfast.”

Moving away, she got the bread out and popped a couple of pieces in the toaster. “We have to get ready for Ivy and Ryan’s engagement party. There might not be time for any of your ideas.”

“I like to multitask, so we can shower while I bury myself in your body. Clean hair and screaming orgasms.” Turning the stove off, he pulled the pan off and filled the two plates. “What time do you want to leave for Dripping Springs?”

The toast popped up and she buttered it. “Time? I don’t know…My mind is still trying to wrap itself around your last statement.”

Laughing, he held out the plates for the toast. “If I remember correctly, it will take us a little over three and a half hours to get there. You said the party is at four, so we should leave no later than eleven thirty.”

“That’s more time than we’ll need,” she commented as she set the toast on the plates.

“I had to add in time for potty stops. You’re going to need at least two, maybe three.”

Grabbing napkins, she followed him to the table. “That’s true. Your son is sitting on my bladder and I can’t last more than an hour.” She pulled her plate forward and then put salt on her eggs.

Blake took the salt out of her hands and shook his head. “The doctor said you needed to cut down on salt.”

She scrunched up her face as she laid her napkin on her lap. “Nobody made you the salt police,” she said quietly. As she lifted her toast, she studied him. He was as happy as clam and eating with gusto. Must be nice not to have restrictions about what you ate. His hand moved over her leg and he winked. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Sliding my hand up your nightgown. I know you’re about to get yourself in a snit over the salt thing, so I’m giving you something else to think about.”

“There was no snit.”

He rolled his eyes and then smiled. “When was the last time you saw Ivy?”

“I went down to visit her and Ryan after I found out I was pregnant. I figured I had to get ahold of you and I hoped he would know how.” Looking down, she saw his big hand move further up her leg. Pressing her hand on top, she shook her head. “Ryan’s as nice as can be. I asked him if he would look you up once the baby was born, and he told me he would help me whenever I was ready.”

“I can’t believe he didn’t get ahold of me right away.”

“Do you even know him?”

“Yes, he was on one of my platoons around seven or eight years ago. He’s a hell of an operator.”

“Are you still mad because I didn’t tell you about the baby?”

“No. Once I let go of something, that’s it.” Pointing his fork at her, he said, “You’d better eat. We have to take a shower and get ready.”

“You mean we have to have a quickie and then take a shower.” Lifting her fork, she started eating.

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