Page 43 of Scandalous Contract
"You’re making us omelets?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Yes. Sausage, bacon, and cheese omelets with toast and jam," he replied, nodding toward the coffee pot. "Coffee's ready, too."
Unable to suppress the grin tugging at my lips, I moved to the cabinet and grabbed a mug. Rinsing it out, I poured myself a cup of coffee, then retrieved the salted caramel creamer in the fridge. The sweet, indulgent flavor was my little morning luxury.
"Would you like a cup?" I offered, glancing over at Julian as he plated the omelet.
"Sure," he replied, placing the plate on the counter.
“How do you like your coffee?” I asked.
"Black, no sugar or cream."
“Hmmm,” I hummed, trying not to chuckle at his preference.
"The only cream I like is yours,” he added as I poured him a cup of coffee.
Heat flushed through me at his words, and I shook my head, unable to hide my amusement. This man was something else. I turned to find him smirking at me, arms folded across his chest with two plates of food sitting on the counter next to him.
“Did you like my cream, Ms. Adams?” he asked.
If I blushed any harder, I’d turn into a cherry. There was no point in lying about it.
“Yes,” I whispered, handing him his coffee. “I enjoyed your flavor on my tongue, Mr. Cattaneo.”
Our fingers brushed as he accepted the mug from me. The electricity between us was undeniable.
“You enjoyed my flavor on your tongue,” he said, holding the cup. “But did you enjoy it in your pussy?”
This man!“Yes,” I replied, mug to my lips, inhaling the heat of the coffee.
This coffee was steaming hot, but Julian was much hotter. His muscles rippled every time he moved. I remembered the way he’d picked my thick ass up and carried me to the shower. His muscles weren’t just for show. They were the real deal.Hewas the real deal.
And that dark look in his eyes should be studied. One look from him was worth more than ten minutes of foreplay from other men. He was the epitome of sex appeal, and our chemistry was off the charts.
Pulled into his orbit, I stepped closer to him, loving the way he stared down at me like he’d rather have me in his mouth than food or coffee. His entire body went tense as I approached, his hand tightening around his mug.
“If you come any closer, you know what I’m going to do,” he told me.
“Have breakfast with me?” I teased, knowing that wasn’t what he meant.
“I’m going to haveyoufor breakfast,” he corrected me.
Feeling naughty, I told him, “I don’t mind feeding you breakfast, Mr. Cattaneo.”
There was that smirk I adored.
“I’ll take my breakfast in bed. You can sit my breakfast on my face while I feed you this cock.”
Gush!I was ready to do just that.
“First,” he added. “You need to eat the breakfast I cooked for you. So do I. You wore me out last night, Ms. Adams. I need to refuel.”
I chuckled. “Yes, sir. Mr. Cattaneo.”
The way his gaze darkened at my words made me wonder if this man had a penchant for being in control.Hmmm. That was interesting.I knew I was playing with fire. I was supposed to be kicking him out, not tempting him to stay.
But I couldn’t help myself. He made me want to be wicked. And the wicked me was nasty as hell once she got started. Turning slowly, I strode over to the table and sat down, placing my coffee on the table.
