Page 79 of Maid in Heaven

“I’m making ziti. Family’s recipe.”

Will took a sniff of the air and turned to Ava. “No. That’s not it.”

“No?” Ava asked.

Will walked closer, wrapping his armsaround her lower backand tugging her to him. “No, it’s…” He nuzzled her neck and groaned in her ear.“It’sdefinitelyyou.”

Ava felt petals of warmth unfurl in her belly as he pulled the red strap down the arch of her shoulder, following itwith his lips.Avalet out an involuntary gasp.

Will scooped ahand below her ear and pulled her lipsto his, kissing her with sensual abandon as the intoxicating smells of food filled the air.

Will led Avabackward onto the couch and laid her down, never taking his mouth from hers. He carefully laid her back against the leatherwith a moan. He nestled a leg between her thighs and kneeled, pressing hisbody down over hers. Her face grew red, and his hand found its way back to her jaw, tilting her head back as his lips moved down to her breasts. She gasped for airlike a drowning woman as he tugged the fabric down and took her nipple softly into his eager mouth, sucking and swirling the sensitive flesh, teasing her as she gasped louder. Her body bucked up, and he nibbled and sucked, engulfing her perfect pink buds with his hot tongue.

His erection raged, fierce and angry like a lion attacking its cage, seeking freedom beyond the bars.

With his free hand, he hiked her skirt up as her back arched beneath him, responding to his every touch.

“Please,” she begged, breathy, almost without making a sound. “Please…”

He felt her leg slide over the back of his, pulling him close, tightening like a boa constrictor. Her hands slid through his hair, mussing and tugging, pulling his face back to her breast for more.

“Pleasewhat?” he asked between languid, teasing licks of her stiffened areolas.

He pushed her further into the arm of the couch, placing his other knee between her bunched skirt, spreading her wide, pressing the lump of his covered cock against her skimpy panties, feeling the heat there.

“Please,what?” he repeated. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck me,” she breathed into the ether. She needed him in the worst way, or rather,the best way.

Hissssssss.

The sound came from the kitchen like a steam valve opening.

“Shit,”Ava panted, lurching bolt-upright on the leather. “The pasta’sboiling over!” Flustered, Avacrawled out from under himand disappeared into the kitchen.

Moments later, she popped her head out, cheeks red, hair tangled. A smile spread across her face. “How about we take a time out.”

Will nodded, praying the blood would rush back to his head soon.

“Ziti for dinner,” she winked, “and you for dessert.”

“I can get behind that.”

As dinner wound down and red wine relaxed her, Ava pushed her bowl aside and smiled. “I have something for you.”

“Is it lacy or see-through?” Will’s eyes locked on hers like a predator, ready to pounce.

“No.” She laughed. She rose from her seat and retrieved a thick orange packet from the hutch behind him. She placed it near the decanter and sat back down across from him. “It’s apresent. I hope you like it. I worked really hard on this for you.”

He lifted it up and smiled. “Is it a paint-by-number?”

“No, it’s way cooler than that.”

Will tugged out a bound packet of paper and read the cover:

The Man MaidBusiness Plan.

He laughed, flipping through the fat stack of typed pages. “What…is this?”

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