Page 61 of The Opposite Effect

After a few more nibbles on her jaw, I pull back and peer into her bright eyes, distracted by something rumbling louder than her erotic purrs—her stomach.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, chewing on her lip. “I haven’t eaten anything since the carrot last night.”

I inwardly swear. I was so caught up in ravishing her, I didn’t even consider she hasn’t consumed a single nutrient in the past sixteen hours.

“Food first,” I reply to her whimpering protest when I pull away and walk to the refrigerator. My tone relays my internal battle not to kiss her sexy pout right off her sinful little mouth.

I groan when I swing open the refrigerator. It is so empty, I can hear wind hollering through it.

Upon hearing my grunted response, Clara hops off the kitchen counter and saunters toward me. “What have you got?” she queries, bobbing her neck and peering into the refrigerator. The cutest little crinkle scrunches her nose when her eyes roam over the bare basics it is stocked with. “It isn’t too bad,” she mumbles under her breath, snagging the half-filled carton of eggs and a nearly empty bottle of milk.

Pushing the door closed with her hip, she steps to the cooktop. After leaning my back against the counter, I cross my arms in front of my chest, relishing the view of a princess preparing breakfast for a beast.

Clara moves along the main counter of my kitchen, swinging open each cupboard she drifts past. I tilt my head to the side and arch my brow when her search extends to the overhead cabinets. Her stretched position forces a small portion of her scrumptious naked backside into my view. I’ve never been one for going it alone, but with a visual that enticing, I’m fighting the urge to whip out my cock and give it a few strokes.

She grabs a glass mixing bowl I didn’t even know I owned from the top cabinet before turning around to face me. “Are you going to show me where anything is? Or am I just going to work it out on my own?” She tries to keep her words sharp, but the cheeky grin tugging her lips high foils her attempt.

With a wink, she spins around and commences cracking the eggs into the glass bowl. I give my eyes a few more moments to drink in her long bare legs, sexy-as-sin body, and tousled hair before pushing off the counter and striding toward her.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her in snugly, and drop my head into the crook of her neck. “What do you need me to do?” The heat of my breath bounces off her skin and filters through my nose, engulfing my senses with her rich floral scent.

“Not distract me,” she replies before slipping undermy arm.

I try to hold back my groan. I fail.

“Do you have any paprika?” she asks after twisting her neck to peer at me.

My brows stitch. “What?”

Clara smiles before briefly shaking her head. “Do you have anything with a bit of heat I could add to the egg whites to give them flavor?”

I quirk my lips. “Chili sauce?”

She smiles a broad grin. I move to the pantry to gather the hot sauce while she pulls out a frying pan from the cupboard below the stove.

“In time, buddy, I promise,” I mumble to my cock when the alluring image of Clara bending over has him springing to life.

Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting down to the most unmanly lunch I’ve ever eaten. Forever healthy, Clara divided the yolk from the eggs, removing all the hearty goodness a guy of my size loves. My ceramic plate is void of the regular crispy bacon and pancakes it is generally stacked with, replaced with slices of avocado and apple.

I push back from my four-seater dining table, causing a massive creak to sound through my apartment, then amble to the refrigerator. Clara’s egg-white loaded fork stops halfway between her plate and her mouth when I stride back into the dining room with a chunk of cheddar cheese and a grater.

I drench every inch of my plate in the scrumptious goodness of cheese before lifting my eyes to Clara. “Cheese?” I angle my head to the side and arch my brow.

Clara chews on her lip before shaking her head.

“Are you sure?” I ask, noticing a flare of hesitation sparking in her eyes.

I scoop up a sizable chunk of cheese-covered egg whites and shovel it into my mouth. Clara squirms in her seat when my deep, throaty moan rumbles up my chest. “It is so good.”

Her nose screws up as she pushes her plain egg whites around her plate.

After leaning in close to her side, I whisper, “What about if I guarantee you will burn off those calories within twenty minutes of eating them.”

Her eyes snap to mine.

“There’s no better cardio than sex, Princess.”

I transfer some of the cheese piled up on my plate to hers. “Now eat up. You’re going to need the energy.”

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