Page 3 of Surviving in Everton

He groans and I see him adjust himself as he turns to walk around the island. When he gets to the counter, there’s already a plate with two raw steaks on it. They look like the good kind too. Ayden is not skimping on this dinner.

I decide to make him do all the work and just sit at the island watching him cook. It’s not long before the scent of searing beef and garlic fills the kitchen. Mmmm, I can’t wait to taste his meat.

Ayden magics up some candlestick holders with tall, thin, white candles, and places them on the table. After he sets down our plates, he lights the candles, and we sit down to enjoy the dinner he’s made us.

“This looks amazing, Ayden!” I rave as I inhale the mouthwatering aroma of wine and parmesan. Oh man, this is gonna be good.

“Thank you, Doll. I hope you like it.” He bites his lip, flashing me a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I’m sure it’ll be great! Don’t be such a worrywart,” I retort, before taking my first bite of steak. “Oh Muh Gawd,” I say around a moan. “Jesus, Ayden. This is the best steak I’ve ever had!” I announce as soon as I swallow my mouthful.

“Oh, damn. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” he groans as his hand disappears under the table.

I smirk as I realize he’s probably adjusting himself because I make sex noises when I eat. “It’s not my fault. You’re the one that made the steak, you know,” I defend myself.

“Yeah, yeah. Next time, I’ll be sure to make something awful,” he teases.

We laugh and talk as we devour our dinner. When we’re done, we clean up, then head to the living room.

“So what do you want to do, love? Movie or game?” he asks me as we walk over to my couch.

“Hmmm… That’s a tough decision. Do I make you watch some sappy chick-flick or make you play a game with me?” I tap my index finger against my chin as I ponder what to do. “Let’s play a game!”

“Alright, what game do you wanna play?” he asks as he sits down and pulls me onto his lap.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I wiggle my ass. I can feel his cock getting hard and I give him a mischievous smile.

His eyes turn heated and he squeezes my hips, halting my movements. “Stop that. I told you, we’re not doing that tonight,” he admonishes me, but there’s no real heat behind his words. Or at least not the kind he was going for.

“Fine. Let’s play scrabble then,” I pout.

He just chuckles at my antics. Next thing I know, there’s a scrabble board all set up on the coffee table.

“Ladies first,” Ayden offers gallantly.

“Okay.” I smile slyly and move some tiles with my magic to the board. “There. S-E-X. Ten points.” I look at him with a smug expression.

Shaking his head at my attempt to seduce him, he moves his tiles. “J-I-G-G-L-Y. Fifty points.” His eyes sparkle as he smirks at me.

I roll my eyes and laugh at him. “Jiggly? Really?”

He just shrugs his shoulder, so I go again.

“O-R-G-A-S-M-S, nine points.” I smirk as I rub my ass against his cock again.

“Damn it, Rowen. Stop it,” he demands, but continues with his turn without removing me from his lap. “O-X-T-E-R, six points.”

“What! That’s not a word!”

He bursts out laughing at me. “Yes it is,” he defends.

“Okay, what does it mean then, smarty?” I prod.

“It’s another word for armpit.” He chuckles at my incredulous look.

“How the hell do you even know that?!”

“I know all sorts of random shit, Rowe,” he says with a smile, then gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Your turn,” he tells me, smile still in place.

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