Page 92 of Shadowed Obsession

He makes a show of presenting the dishes, and it’s so cute.

“We havemangú con los tres golpes,a Dominican breakfast. Salami, fried eggs, and fried cheese withmangú,” he says, placing the plate in front of me.

“I am not a good baker, but my sister found a Latin bakery that sells Puerto Rican pastries, and I know you love donuts and pastries, so I got us somePan de Mallorca,it’s sweet bread,” he informs me, pointing to a box onto the counter.

“Andcafé con lecheI made in thegreca,” he finishes, pointing to a silver coffee maker on the stove.

“I didn’t know I had one of these,” I joke.

“You do now,” he says with a smile. “Trust me, you won’t want coffee any other way after this.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” I tell him.

He faces me, and his eyes roam my frame with the same intensity as last night. “That’s because you’re a good girl,” he reminds me with a wink, rounding the counter to pull me into a kiss that would wake me up if I wasn’t already.

Damn.

“Should I expect thiseverytime I wake up with you? You could make me spoiled,” I warn him.

“And? You deserve to be spoiled. I like taking care of you. Haven’t I made that clear, already? Because, if not, I have more work to do.”

“I suppose you have. Especially after last night,” I say, biting my lip.

He shares a look that screams,we could go again, and my thighs are clenching together.

“Are you doing anything on Friday?” he inquires, grabbing a cloth to wipe down my countertop.

“No, you got something planned for your birthday?” I ask with a furrowed brow.

“I thought we could go out,” he suggests.

“I’m down. You sure you want to go out withmefor your birthday?”

“With you?Absolutamente.How do you feel about being seen withmein public?”

I chuckle out my response. “I’m fine with it. You’re kinda cute.”

“Only kinda? Girl,” he says with a playful eye roll.

“Where did you want to go?” I ask before finishing my coffee. I could definitely become addicted to this.

“Somewhere special. I prefer to keep you on your toes when I’m not curling them,” he teases.

“Oh really now?” I giggle.

This man. Wow.

“Hurry up and finish your breakfast, there’s something to show you in the bedroom,” he says over his shoulder.

“You don’t have to wait.” With a grin, I point to my empty plate.

“Say no more,” he says, picking me up, and my house shoes slip off. He places me on the counter, spreading my legs and tugging off my panties as he kneels before me, pocketing them once again.

He adorns me with kisses all over my legs and feet, trailing closer to my dripping core. He grips my thighs roughly and bites my inner thigh, staring up at me with hunger as his tongue parts my lips and twirls around my clit.

“You’re going to squirt for me again. That’s so fucking sexy to me,” he growls.

“I hadn’t done it until recently,” I admit.

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