Page 29 of Lust & Lies

“The wait is over.”

“I love you so fucking much, Noe. I live for you and I’d gladly die for you, do you understand me?”

“I do, love,” I whispered, once again tearing up like a weak bitch.

“You are the only thing in this world that matters to me,” he told me. “Everything I do is for you, I swear. Even when I’m obsessing and trying to keep you all to myself, I swear I’m not just thinking of me, I’m thinking of you and your needs too, Noe.”

I swallowed before whispering, “I know, love.”

He kissed me again, and this time the kiss was so sweet, so gentle, I damn near swooned like I was in one of those old-timey movies. He pulled away slowly and just stared at me, eyes shimmering. My damn stomach ruined the moment by reminding us we hadn’t eaten.

“Your stomach is growling,” he stated the obvious.

“I heard it.”

“I should let you eat,” he added.

“You should eat too.”

“Hmmm....” His gaze roamed over me. “Do you feel like climbing up on the table so I can eat you?”

My mouth dropped open in shock.

“Close your mouth before I slide something inside, wife,” he told me, all savage right now.

“I’m not against that at all, husband,” I replied, thirsty, but not for coffee.

He pressed another quick kiss to my lips before stepping away from me.

“Food first,” he told me, tone low. “Then cock.”

I swear my pussy did a little jig in my panties. I’m pretty sure my tongue was jigging, too. I watched him walk back to his side of the table. I faced forward, eyes still on him.

“Eat,” he told me, nodding to my plate.

How could I eat after the moment we’d just shared? My stomach growled again. Okay, maybe I could eat. Reaching for my silverware, I dug in. I took the first bite of pancake, the warm chocolate melting on my tongue.

Oh. My. Gosh. That was delicious. I chewed slowly, savoring every bite. I may need Dolores to come back every day because this was divine. I took another bite and groaned. How was this so damn good?

Chocolate was my new favorite thing. Probably my old favorite thing, I just couldn’t remember it.

As I swallowed, I remembered that I wasn’t alone.

Shit. I looked over at Aiden. He sat across from me, forearms resting on the table, eyes on me.

There was a hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with food.

“You good?” I asked, though my voice came out softer than I intended.

“Very good,” he replied, still not eating.

I waited a bit before asking, “There’s not something on my face, is it?”

“Not yet,” he answered.

Oh my! The chocolate was forgotten. I now wanted him on my tongue.

“Keep eating, love.” He tilted his head. “I like watching you eat. Makes me wonder if you’ll groan around my cock the same way you’re groaning around that fork.”

Heat curled low in my belly. I swear my clit throbbed. I’d take that as my pussy nodding her head yes. I swallowed and slowly set my fork down.

“Mr. Park, I already told you that I plan to wash my breakfast down with your cum. Are you growing impatient? Is that cock begging to sit on my tongue?”

The corner of his mouth twitched as his gaze darkened until I felt pinned to my chair by a mere look.

“Careful,” he murmured. “You keep talking like that, and I won’t let you finish your breakfast.”

“Maybe I don’t want to finish my breakfast,” I challenged.

“Eat, love. Trust me, you’re going to need your energy.”

Well damn.

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, loving the way his jaw clenched.

Picking my fork back up, I slid another bite of food between my lips, watching him watch me. I tried to focus on the food, but it was impossible with him sitting there, staring at me like he was deciding which part of me to lick first.

My pussy raised her hand and said she’d volunteer as tribute. Every time I lifted my fork, his gaze followed, eyes lingering on my mouth. I licked syrup from my lips, and this man groaned. Groaned! My pussy clenched, loving that sound.

“You’re staring,” I stated, picking up a piece of turkey bacon and taking a slow bite.

“Am I? I guess I like seeing you enjoy your breakfast.”

I smirked, even as my pulse kicked up. “More like you’re imagining me enjoying something else.”

He didn’t deny it. His jaw flexed as I licked a bit of syrup from my thumb. His eyes dropped to my mouth again.

“You should eat, Aiden.”

“Finish eating, Noelle,” he insisted, voice low and deep. “Because when you’re done, I’m not letting you out of that chair until you’ve drunk every drop I have to give.”

Heat spread through me as I took another bite of bacon. I chewed slowly before swallowing, wishing it was his cum sliding down my throat. I slid the bacon into my mouth, oh, so slowly, then bit down.

His eyes stayed on my lips the entire time, his breathing just a little heavier than before. I continued eating, making every swallow as seductive as I could, every movement as sinful as possible.

By the time I finished the last bite of pancake, the air between us was electric. Licking my lips, I set my fork down, the clink against the plate loud in the quiet kitchen. Though they weren’t sticky, I licked each one of my fingers clean, sucking on them a little to tease my husband.

“All done,” I murmured. “Now, come here, savage. Let me taste you.”

The sound of his chair scraping against the floor as he rose to his feet was music to my ears.