Page 70 of Hate the One You're With
I tsk, shaking my head slightly. “Greedy, greedy. You don’t get my cock. You haven’t earned it yet.” I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re such a needy girl, baby. But why don’t I cook before we get sidetracked and . . . I eat you instead,” I suggest with a smirk, trying to regain control.
“I wouldn’t mind,” she murmurs, her voice sultry, her eyes challenging me.
“But I would,” I reply, shaking my head, doing my best to stay in control despite the heat between us. “We’re getting to know each other again. I want you to fall madly in love with me all over again, and after that . . .” I wink at her, leaning inclose, my breath warm against her ear. “You’ll get a big prize for being a good girl.”
“What kind of prize?” she insists, her voice breathy, her eyes wide with curiosity and desire.
I take her hand and press it against my hard cock, guiding her fingers to feel the heat and need straining against my jeans. “You get this, baby. I’ll fuck every hole in your body—mark you. But not until you’re ready, until you’ve earned it.”
She gasps as she feels the hard length of me, her body instinctively arching closer, her eyes glazing over with pure want. I can see the way she’s fighting to hold back, the way she’s so ready to submit, to give me exactly what I want. But I know, for us, for our future, I have to wait. The anticipation is driving me crazy, but it’s necessary.
“Go change,” I order, my voice firm but laced with warmth. “You’re soaking, and don’t you dare wear skimpy clothes to tempt me. That’s an order. In the meantime, I’m going to start making you food.”
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes lingering on mine, filled with a mix of defiance and submission. But then she nods, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips as she turns to leave. My gaze follows her as she walks away, her ass swaying with every step, the sight almost too tempting to resist. But I do, because I’m determined to do this right.
I head to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, the tension between us still thick in the air. As I begin chopping vegetables, I hear her sauntering back into the room, her footsteps soft on the floor. When I glance up, she’s dressed in an old sweatshirt and leggings, yet she still manages to look irresistible. Her hairis slightly tousled, and her cheeks are flushed, like she’s been up to something.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she touched herself, defying me, making herself cum just to test my resolve. It’s a challenge, one that makes me want to spank her for her audacity, but I won’t give her what she wants.
There’s a quiet confidence in her step, a subtle shift in her demeanor, a hint of the woman I’ve been missing—the one I’m determined to bring back fully.
She leans against the counter, watching me with curiosity. “What are you making?”
“Chicken piccata,” I reply with a grin. “With roasted vegetables and a side of lemon-garlic potatoes.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and I can tell I’ve hit the mark. “That’s . . . my favorite.”
“I know,” I say, winking at her as I start prepping the chicken. “You think I would ever forget what you like? You’re branded in me, baby. All of you.”
I get to work, slicing the chicken breasts and seasoning them just right. The kitchen fills with the aroma of sizzling butter, garlic, and fresh lemon juice. I glance over at Em, who’s now on the couch holding a book. This feels . . . different, yet familiar. Very us, except now I know how to cook—haven’t burnt a piece of toast in years—and we’re older, knowing better and we’re ready for love, I hope.
As I sauté the chicken, I prepare the lemon sauce, letting the tangy aroma fill the kitchen as it blends with the buttery garlic. The roasted vegetables are crisping up nicely in the oven, and the potatoes are golden, their scent promising the perfect bite. It’s a simple meal, but one I know she loves. Shetold me her mom used to make it on her birthday and sometimes during the holidays, on those rare occasions when they could escape the clutches of her grandparents.
“The food’s almost ready. Can you pass me a couple of plates, Em?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
She steps closer and hands me the plates. “You really know how to cook, huh?”
I nod, focusing on plating the food. “It’s one of the first things I learned after the guys and I decided to retire. This was one of the first dishes I tried to perfect.”
“I forgot how swoony you can be,” she murmurs, her tone teasing but laced with something softer.
“Not sure what that means,” I reply, turning to look at her, a smile tugging at my lips. “But know that I’m just a man who wants to win back his wife. This is just the beginning, Em. I meant it when I said I’d do whatever it takes to make you fall in love with me again.”
Her smile is small, tentative, but it’s there, and that glimmer of hope is enough to keep me going. I hand her the plate, watching as she takes in the perfectly cooked chicken, vibrant vegetables, and the potatoes that practically beg to be devoured.
“Let’s eat,” I say, guiding her to the table. I wish I’d thought to set it up with candles and flowers—definitely, next time, when this can be less about getting reacquainted and more about truly romancing her. Because, let’s be honest, I’m already picturing how this night could end.
She takes a seat, and I can’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, we’re on the path to finding our way back to each other.
She cuts into the chicken, her fork sinking easily into the tender meat. As she takes the first bite, her eyes flutter closed, and a soft, almost involuntary moan escapes her lips. “Oh my God, Caleb, this is amazing,” she says, her voice a mix of surprise and delight.
I grin, a warm feeling spreading through me at her reaction. “You sound surprised. Didn’t think I could pull it off?”
She opens her eyes, giving me a playful look. “I didn’t doubt you, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this good. I mean, this is seriously delicious. If you keep cooking like this, I might never let you leave.”
“Well, that’s the plan,” I say with a wink. “Feed you so well you’ll be stuck with me forever.”
She laughs, the sound light and easy, and for a moment, it feels like old times. “Is this your master plan? Seduce me with food?”
