Page 114 of Matchmaking the CEO

“What is this hell?”

"I told you," she muttered. Her stomach grumbled as we took off our shoes.

"Did you eat anything?" I asked her.

She slapped her forehead. “I forgot. I was running around all the time."

"You have to take care of yourself. You can't just go without eating. Do you have anything in your fridge?"

I headed straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge. "I can work with this.”

"You don't have to feed me," she said. "It's midnight."

"Yes, I do."

"Is this because you plan on a thorough workout afterward?"

"That too. Come on. Just sit and I'll do everything.”

Instead of sitting down, she came next to the counter, looking at me. I found eggs, so I decided I’d make her sunny-side ups.

"Do you have bread?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's right here." She pointed to an overhead cupboard.

I took out two slices, putting them in a pan as well.

"You’re a genius," she said. "That way we don't have to use the toaster."

I was starting to sweat bullets. I needed to buy her central air.

"You're my hero, you know," she said.

"Why?"

"Because you’re standing in my kitchen, which is hotter than hell, and you’re making me sunny-side ups. If that doesn't say perfect, I don't know what else does."

I took out the toast, putting it on a plate, and then immediately arranged the eggs.

"If I don't pamper you, no one else will."

She sighed. "That's true."

She immediately took the plate, eating one slice of toast and then the other one. My woman was hungry. At least for as long as we were together, I was going to make sure she was well taken care of.

As soon as she finished eating, she put her plate in the sink and said, "Let's get far away from the kitchen. I feel like it's gotten even hotter."

We’d moved to the living room when Natalie cleared her throat and said, "I thought we had a plan to strip naked as soon as we got home."

I pulled her against me and kissed her the next moment.

My cock twitched. I slipped my fingers under her blouse, digging into her skin. She rolled her hips against me, straight against my cock.

Oh fuuuuuuck.

I deepened the kiss as I searched for the zipper. There was none. She had damn buttons in the front. I undid them quickly, all the while kissing her senseless. I took it off, revealing a white lace bra. Her breasts looked absolutely delicious in it, so much so that I wasn't going to take it off yet. I lifted her in my arms, laying her on the dining table. I wanted to feast on her, and I needed the proper conditions to do so.

I traced the swell of her left breast with my mouth before moving to the right one. Her hands were working tirelessly on the buttons of my own shirt. I helped while moving my mouth farther down to her navel. Then I went up, back to her breasts. I liked how that lace looked against her pale skin. The sun hadn't touched her here. Nothing had for months but me. And no one would ever again. I was the only one who could please her like this. Who could make her beg.

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