Page 44

I don’t want to deal with that right now. Dismissing the call, I return to the sight of Olivia’s juicy pussy spread out on my phone screen. My dick was already hard and the sight makes it throb.

I still have hours before I have to be at work.

Noah: looks like you’d better come here and let me sort that out for you again

While I wait for her answer, I reach under the waistband of my sweatpants and stroke my cock slowly.

Olivia: I’m naked. And I see clearly from your picture that you have pants on. I think you’d better come here

I grin.That just means I’ll get to have fun undressing you again when you get here. And if you come here I’ll cook you breakfast

Her next reply is instant.Done. See you in 10

Works every time. I’m whistling to myself as I stroll to the kitchen and grab the bacon and eggs from the fridge then slice the rind from the bacon. Not everyone I know appreciates my cooking the way Olivia does. I know for a fact that even Luke, who eats like his stomach is a bottomless pit and won’t shut up about my burger sauce, doesn’t appreciate my cooking the way Olivia does. No one else understands it the way she does.

Well that’s no surprise. She’s a food critic. One with excellent taste. I’ve read her reviews of some of the top restaurants in the world, and I know she fucking gets it.

It’s flattering that she loves my cooking so much.

This meal might be a simple breakfast, but my pride won’t let me cut corners, so by the time she knocks at my door, I’ve whipped the eggs, chopped fresh herbs, and I’m searchingthrough my pantry for the ingredients for a dukkah to top our omelettes with.

“Come in. It’s open!”

A moment later, I hear the door shut and Olivia’s small hands slip around my waist and slide over my belly. My cock had gone down, distracted by the task at hand, but it’s right back to throbbing again as she continues to explore my body, running fingertips up my abs and delving below the waistband of my sweatpants.

I groan. “You’ll get no breakfast if you start that.”

She plants a kiss in the middle of my back and lifts her hands from me. “OK, OK. I’m stopping. That’s not a risk I’m prepared to take.”

And immediately I miss her hands on me. As soon as I have the nuts and spices in the blender, I turn and lift her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. “I’ve changed my mind. I think you’re breakfast and this is brunch.”

She giggles as I push my leg between hers, subtly sliding my thigh against her pussy and capture her laughter in a kiss. Olivia tastes like laughter. Like air bubbles rising to the surface of the ocean, longing for sunshine. I can’t believe I went so long without kissing her. How the fuck did I do it?

I linger there a long time, pushing her skirt higher, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. Her little moans have me forgetting all about the meal I was cooking. Her scent blooms until it’s a command I can’t ignore.

I check behind her to make sure the counter is clear, then I push her backward, lifting her ass to pull off the cotton panties which are now the only thing between me and her perfect pussy.

She’s just as wet as I knew she’d be. She’s flushed and pink and a string of slick trails between her inner lips as I bend my head. I have this urge to pull her under with me. As if we’re standing on a cliff’s edge above the sea and I could plunge backward,dragging her beneath the surface of the water, finding some cozy cave where I could hide her away.

But a girl like this isn’t a girl you hide in dark caves.

She’s a girl you take with you onto the sunny beach, into the bright air under the blue sky so every prick can see what a lucky bastard you are.

Someone someday better realize that. He’d better treat this girl like a fucking princess.

I wish it could be me.

I’ve forgotten why it can’t be me.

I slide my tongue along soft, smooth lips, planting my mouth over her clit until she bucks under me. She tastes so fucking sweet it takes me far too long to react to the sound of a key in my door and voice calling out to me.

“Noah, it’s Luke. I’m coming in. I know you heard me knocking.”

“Fuck.” I lift my head quickly, helping Olivia to sit, pulling her skirt back down to cover her bare pussy. I don’t even have time to wipe a hand across my face before I turn to find Luke and Mia standing in the entrance to my apartment, staring at us. Not that I’d want to. I want to smell like Olivia all day.

“What the fuck, Luke?”

My brother raises his hands in the air defensively. “Hey, Mia’s here, so you’re not allowed to hurt me.”