Page 16 of Beau Pair
Beau smirks and glances at me.
“We’ll fix that, too,” he says, and I raise an eyebrow. “Would you like a grilled cheese and ham sandwich?”
I can’t help but admire him in my kitchen, looking so at ease and so in his element, that I nod in acceptance without even realizing it, just to have more time to take him all in and how wonderful he looks.
“Moh,” Elsie says, breaking me away from the distraction he’s proving to be.
I give her one spoon after another before I turn to look at Beau. He’s got a pan in his hands and places it on the stove.
He cracks an egg over the heat of the pan and places two slices of bread into it, then adds the cheese and ham on one of them, folds the egg into the bread slices, and creates a sandwich that smells mouthwatering, even from the relative distance of the dining table to the kitchen island.
He walks over to me and hands me the plate.
“Would you like some ketchup or mayo with it? Or maybe some fresh tomatoes?” he asks, but I shake my head and try really hard to not look at him.
“Thank you,” I tell him, and he walks away, his hand brushing my shoulder as he goes.
The touch might only last for a millisecond, but it has an everlasting effect on me. My hairs stand on end and breathing becomes a chore.
“Moh, moh,” Elsie says, and I turn to my daughter while I’m having a hard time pulling my body out of Beau’s spell.
By the time he joins the table again with his own grilled cheese, I’ve managed to feel somewhat normal again.
“You still haven’t touched it,” he says, and I grimace.
“I told you. Always gets cold,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
He watches me give Elsie another spoonful and narrows his eyes.
“Okay, you’ve just given her a bite. Time for you to have a bite of yours,” he says.
I look over at him, and he seems to be challenging me.
I set the bowl next to my plate and take a bite of my sandwich. It takes a lot of self-control not to let out the moan that trembles at the back of my throat. This thing is delicious, even if it’s already a bit cold.
“Okay. Now give her another bite,” he says between eating his food, and I do as I’m instructed. “Now your turn again.”
It feels stupid, the fact that he’s telling me how to eat my food, but damn it, it makes sense. He makes it so easy, while every other time I’ve tried, I just get too distracted by Elsie and the mess she’s making. I don’t want her to mess up her clothes, or her hair, or her chair.
He keeps at it until we’re all finished eating, and I can’t say it’s not a little erotic being told what to do by his smooth, soft but authoritative voice. Which is why I’m sporting a thick bulge again, and I’m as frustrated with myself as I am horny and hooked on Beau’s commands.
“You must think I’m an idiot,” I say when he clears my plate.
“Not at all. I spent way too many days starving, trying to feed Gemima, until I realized I just had to balance things and worry about the mess later,” he says.
“Speaking of mess,” I say, and give Elsie the once over. “Looks like we need to change again.”
Beau sets the plates on the sink and I get up, thankful my cock's decided to soften a bit, so I hope it’s not visible.
“Let me do it. You can get ready for work if you want,” he says.
“Oh, it’s okay. You need to get ready for class too,” I respond, but he walks over and pokes Elsie’s nose.
“Nonsense. I’ll get ready in a bit. What do you say, Elsie? Do you like me enough yet to let me dress you up? And maybe tomorrow we can convince Daddy not to dress you up until you’re all fed?” he asks Elsie, and she lifts her hands.
A chuckle comes out of me, and I swallow it right down as Beau picks her up and takes her upstairs leaving me alone to clean up the table and Elsie’s chair.
When he comes back down, he’s all dressed, too, and I have to hide my body behind a chair because he’s so breathtakingly hot I could come without even touching myself.
“Do you want me to come with you?” he asks, and I have to do a double take.
Did he just offer tocomewith me?
