Page 90 of Shattered Vows

She licked her lips and opened.

I slid my hand into her hair and slowly placed the cannoli onto her tongue. “Bite,ragazza.”

She did and, of course, whether she wanted to or not, she moaned and closed her eyes. I gave myself a second to listen to her before I brushed a piece of frosting from her lips. She stared at me sucking it off my thumb.

“You can eat anything you want,” I told her. I meant it, too.

She nodded in the same trance that had taken me over.

If I kissed her, would she indulge?

I knew the answer and knew we also needed to find a boundary. At this rate, we wouldn’t make it to the gala.

I returned my attention to the dough.

She glanced at the plants and before I knew it, she’d grabbed a cup and started pouring water carefully in each one but only after feeling the soil.

“You’re learning.” I nodded, then grabbed a sharp knife and sliced thin strips for the noodles.

“Only because I had a great teacher.” She walked into the living room, turned on her salt lamp and sighed. “Much better.”

I hid my smile.

She still caught me. “You can question it all you want, but don’t you feel better when it’s on?”

“If I do, it’s only because you’re in a better mood when it’s on.”

She rolled her eyes and folded up her sleeves as she came back to my side.

“What can I help with?”

“If you want to put some water on to boil, that’ll help. I’ll start browning the meat for the ragù. We have some sauce in the fridge.”

“Is it homemade?”

“The chef made it, but it’s my mother’s recipe. Does that count?”

“I’ll take it.” Her hip bumped mine, and she smiled.

We worked in harmony in that kitchen, like we were somehow made to be in it together. When we sat down to eat, I glanced at her. “If you don’t like it, I won’t be offended.”

She glared. “I’llbe offended if I don’t like this. You’re crazy.”

With that, she dug in.

I waited for her moan but it was complete silence as she chewed with her eyes closed.

Maybe I’d lost my touch.

Then her head hit the table. “No. I can’t stand it. I’m dead.”

“What?”

“I’m in love with you now. I can’t believe I get this cooking for six months. Oh my God.”

She didn’t even glance up as she moaned a long list of different deities.

Fuck, I needed an outlet. The woman’s voice was sex on a stick to begin with, and now I needed reminding of just how good she sounded with her mouth around my dick.

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