Page 38 of Babydaddy To Go

His face falls.

“I’m sorry for that, I really am. Please cook with me?”

I can’t say no to him. It was fruitless to try.

“Of course, I will,” I tell him. “Let’s go.”

Back in the kitchen, Nate hands me an apron to cover my dress. I roll up my sleeves as best as I can. When we left Nate’s house, I wasn’t exactly planning on cooking! Not only is this dress inappropriate, but I’m in heels, too!

“Okay, we’re making spaghetti with a bolognese sauce,” Nate says. “It’s simple and we can get it done pretty quickly.”

“Got it. What do you want me to do?”

“How about the pasta? The dough should be in the fridge, you just have to feed it through the pasta maker and then cook it.”

Thank goodness I made it through that part of the homework chapter! I remember how to use the pasta maker. “I can handle that.”

I get a pot of water boiling and grab the dough from the fridge. The pasta maker is already set to flatten the dough, so I feed it through. Then I feed it again, but it stays the same thickness. I need it a bit thinner if I’m going to cut it into spaghetti!

“Try this,” Nate says, surprising me. He adjusts the size on the side of the pasta maker. “You’ll need to click it down one more width before you can feed it through the spaghetti mold.”

“Thanks!” I tell him, our eyes meeting. There’s a fire behind his that excites me.

I finish the pasta and drop it into the water, stirring a couple times. It doesn’t take long for fresh noodles to cook, so soon enough I’m joining Nate by the stove.

“All done?” he asks, his focus on the skillet of meat in front of him. A pot to his right is simmering with red tomato sauce. Basil and oregano permeate the air.

“Yeah, what’s next, chef?”

He smiles. “Be my taste tester?”

“I’d love to.”

Nate drains the fat from the meat and tosses it with the sauce. Once they’re combined, he dips his spoon in and holds it up to my lips.

“Careful,” he whispers. “It’s hot.”

I open my mouth slowly and take the spoon. My tongue captures every last drop of the sweet, acidic goodness of the sauce. Slowly, I pull back and release the spoon.

Nate’s eyes are hotter than before, a feat I didn’t think possible. I’m glad my show turned him on as much as watching him cook does for me!

“Delicious,” I tell him. “You’re amazing.”

“So are you,” he says. “I think we’re done here.”

“Don’t we need to plate it?”

He calls to the chefs standing around waiting for their turn in the kitchen. “Plate this up,” is his command.

Of course, they jump into action. Taking advantage of the commotion, Nate grabs my arm and drags me down a back hallway I hadn’t seen before and into a closet. What is he doing? Why are we in this tiny space that’s probably no more than five by five? He yanks a cord to light up the room, and sure enough a bare bulb flashes on, illuminating that handsome face, all shadows and planes.

“I need you right now,” he growls. Ah ha. So that’s it. And to be honest, I want him just as badly. I want to feel that giant horse cock in me once again, and the tips of my breasts pebble on their own, pushing through the thin material of my shirt. My pussy is already wet, so close to him in these tiny confines.

Nate yanks my apron off and pulls my dress up to my waist, pressing me against a cold shelf. He kisses me hard and lifts my hands above my head. My body shivers. I love being dominated by this commanding man.

There isn’t much time with all the guests waiting for us outside, so Nate undoes his belt and pushes my panties to the side, baring my sweet, steaming slit.

“Watching you cook does something to me,” he moans. His lips attach to mine once again.