Page 27 of Royally Lucky

“There’s been some development, but all I can think about is crawling back in there with you. You need to eat first.” He licked his lips and closed his eyes.

“What if I say I’m not hungry?” she asked. Her stomach chose that moment to make a rumble.

He quirked one dark brow, shaking his head. “Even if your body didn’t just make a liar out of you, I’d have insisted. We need to keep up your strength.”

She let out a sigh as if it pained her. “Fine, but I want it marked into the books you turned me down.”

Kendrick strode across the room, bending down and caging her between his arms. “Oh, Passerotta. Never think I’ll turn you down when it comes to making love. However, as the keeper of you and your body, I will always ensure that you’re taken care of.” His head bent, sealing his lips over one taught nipple. She cried out at the exquisite feel of his tongue swirling around her areola.

“Kendrick,” she moaned.

All too soon, he pulled back with a little pop. “Get dressed, my love. Andre brought breakfast.”

“Are you seriously going to leave me like this?” She waved her hand down at her naked chest. His lips lifted in a sexy grin.

“For now. I’ll be sure to show my appreciation for your gorgeous body after I feed you,” he reassured her.

“Fine, but remember it was you who turned down morning sex, not me,” she muttered, a little embarrassed.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Oh no, baby girl. Never think I’d turn down anything to do with you and me getting naked. I’ll always put showing you just how much I desire you first. However, I will not put my needs before your well-being. Is that clear?”

She shivered at the hard tone of his words. His eyes were like chips of emerald fire. Sutton wondered if she should get down on her knees and beg his forgiveness, maybe offer to suck his dick as a way of penance. Of course, that would also be a pleasure for her since she enjoyed giving him head.

“Whatever you’re thinking, you need to stop, or I will certainly be bending you over and fucking that pretty pussy, andthen your breakfast will be cold. If I do that, I’ll spank that sexy little ass after I finish, too,” he promised.

“You say that like I should be scared. Yet, for some reason, I have a feeling I’d enjoy your punishments almost as much as your loving.” Feeling bold, she got up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe after you feed me some food, you can show me an example,” she said, letting a teasing quality enter her voice.

He reached up and untangled her hands from around his neck, holding onto her wrists with both his hands. As he stared down at her, he bit his lip. “You have no idea the Pandora’s box you’ve just opened, baby girl. Get dressed before you drive my need so high that Andre will undoubtedly need to call for backup to get us to eat something, other than each other.”

There’s no way he could miss how excited his words made her. Hell, nothing he did or said could be deemed a turnoff.

Sutton and Kendrick walked into the big, open space that acted as a kitchen and dining room to find Andre leaning against the counter with his back to them. She blushed as she thought of the shameless way she’d tried to get Kendrick to make love to her. Poor Andre would’ve had to wait until her shameless ass got her way. Thank fuck Kendrick had more willpower than her.

“Good morning, Andre. Sorry to keep you waiting,” she murmured, feeling like an asshole.

Andre turned around, his cell phone pressed against his ear. With one hand held up, he winked. Kendrick grunted and pulled out a barstool before going around the counter. She watched as he bent and pulled a few covered platters from the oven. The heavenly scent of eggs and bacon filled the air, making her stomach grumble. Another covered plate followed; this one had hash browns cooked to perfection and had her mouth-watering. She loved potatoes of any kind, especially fried ones, like the ones laid out before her.

“Wow, this is like a feast fit for kings.”

Kendrick chuckled. “Close enough since King’s ole’ lady is Ayesha Royal.”

“If you want anything warmer, I can pop it into the microwave, but they should still be hot.” Andre indicated the foil-covered plates.

“Can I help you do anything?” Sutton felt odd letting the two men wait on her. Hell, she wasn’t sure if it was something they usually did or if she was an exception to the rule.

“You keep that fine ass sitting right where I put you. We will handle the domesticated shit this morning. Won’t we, Andre?” Kendrick slapped the larger man on the shoulder.

“That’s right, Boss.”

Sutton eyed the two men, noticing the way Andre deferred to Kendrick. Her stomach chose to rumble again. Kendrick began loading a plate with bacon and eggs and a large heaping of hashbrowns just as the toaster popped up several slices of toast. While Kendrick filled another plate, Andre buttered the bread. If anyone looked in, they’d see the three people filling their mouths with food like they hadn’t eaten in weeks.

Andre finished first, followed by Kendrick. Sutton ate slowly, savoring each morsel.

“Whoever made these hashbrowns needs to be given a hug and told they’re the best I’ve ever had. And trust me when I say I’m a connoisseur of such things.” She lifted the last bit of shredded goodness to her lips, moaning around the mouthful.

Kendrick inhaled a deep breath as he got up from his stool. “I’ll be sure to let King know so he can pass it on to Ayesha.”

Andre and Kendrick worked together, loading the dishwasher while she watched them and savored the last of her food. He truly was the sexiest man. Each time Kendrick bent over, her eyes zeroed in on his ass. The slacks fit him to perfection, hugging his ass and thighs in a way only tailor-madeones could do, and his shirt pulled taunt each time he lifted a dish, showcasing the muscles on his arms.

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