Page 26 of Loving Victoria

“It’s still a little tough. A little longer?” Her eyebrows knitted together.

“I agree.” I pinched her chin between my thumb and forefinger, bringing her lips to mine. “How about you check on the garlic bread? Let me know if it’s golden brown yet.”

Tori bent over and I shifted to admire the view. She opened the oven door just a crack and slammed it shut, straightening when she heard a deep groan behind her. Caleb had entered the kitchen again with a pie in his hand. He shoved the dessert in my hands.

“You guys are doing this on purpose.” He grabbed Tori around the waist and brought her to him. “Fucking teasing me.” His lips landed on hers in a rough kiss that left her eyes clouded over when he let her up for air.

I strained the pasta and plated dinner. Caleb had instructed Tori to sit at the table while he retrieved the garlic bread and sliced it.

“This is really good, you two,” Caleb said after his first bite. Tori beamed over her plate and took a bite herself.

“This is really good. Andrew, this is delicious.” My chest swelled under her praise, but she deserved to know she’d done a great job too.

“It wasn’t all me. You did an outstanding job on this meal. I think you are my new sous chef.” I winked.

“Hey, I need help in the kitchen when it’s my turn.” Caleb reached under the table, no doubt to run his hands up her thigh. “We rotate cooking duties. But with your help, I might not mind having to cook.”

Tori blushed and returned to her dinner. Most of our meal centered on discussing what we’d done all day. Caleb and I had mainly worked on the office with Uncle Jeff, and Tori was working on a new campaign for a charity of hers.

Caleb cleared the plates and returned with only two slices of raspberry pie. He set one in front of me and the other at his place.

Tori looked down meaningfully at her empty spot on the table and raised an eyebrow.

Caleb grinned, and I knew exactly what he had intended.

“Open up, sunshine,” I said, scooping a bite on the spoon and holding it out for her.

Eagerly, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the spoon, taking her first bite.

“Oh my God.” Tori’s eyes closed, and she moaned.

Caleb’s eyes widened, his spoon frozen halfway to his mouth.

She moaned again. “This is amazing. All it’s missing is some squirty cream.”

Caleb nearly choked on his pie. “Some what?”

“Squirty cream.”

“Oh, I’ll give you some squirty cream. Come here, princess.” Caleb reached for her, but Tori pulled away.

Her laugh flitted around the room. “I mean the kind from a can. You know, that you put on top of pie.”

“I got it. We call that whipped cream.” Caleb prepped a bite for Tori and fed it to her. This time, her tongue flicked out and licked the spoon.

I shifted in my chair to ease the ache in my cock. This woman was trying to kill me. I only had so much restraint, and it was wearing thin during the last few hours. Listening to her moan with every bite was killing me.

“We won’t make it through dessert if you keep that up, sunshine,”I groaned.

“Sorry. It’s just so good.” She licked at the corner of her mouth to get a small crumb that had settled there.

Caleb dipped his finger in the raspberry filling and held his finger up for her. Tori bit her lip before leaning forward and sucking Caleb’s fingertip into her mouth. When she moaned again, this time seductively licking Caleb’s finger, it was all over.

The screeching of our chairs on the floor echoed around the dining room. Caleb yanked Tori from her chair and threw her over his shoulder. I loved watching her squirm. He carried her to the bedroom, walked over to the bed, and tossed her gently down in the middle where she bounced once before settling on the mattress.

Tori’s laugh caught in her throat when Caleb crawled up her body with a hunger in his eyes. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, trapping her between his body and the mattress. Caleb didn’t let up until she was begging for it, her hips rocking against him, and a whimper escaped between kisses.

This was exactly how I’d hoped the night would end. And every night from here on out. I wanted her in our beds every night. We hadn’t really talked about how long she was here for, but it was time to see where her head was. Because if this continued like it had over the last week, I was going to fall in love with her.

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