I love her. I know Aricia doesn’t enjoy hearing it, but I can’t keep those feelings contained. I don’t see the point in doing so. I run my finger over her lips, sensing her reluctance. Fuck, it’s hard on me to see her like this.
“Peter…” her voice sounds strained. “I can’t do this.”
“Okay,” I murmur, leaning forward and kissing her. “I won’t force you to admit your love, but when you’re ready, I’ll still be here.”
Aricia pulls away from me and I want to believe that she’s hesitant, but truthfully, I can’t tell. She feels burdened by everything else happening and to her, this is just a distraction. I follow her out of bed, feeling like a lost puppy as I scramble for my clothing on the floor.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” I offer her. Aricia gives me a warm smile that makes my chest surge. It’s not enough to win her over completely, but it’s progress.
“Thanks,” she says. “I could use a shower before work.”
I am completely enamored by her ass when she walks away from me. It’s perfect. She’s so damn thick that it hurts. I groan and force myself out of bed before my dick takes control over me and I disobey every goddamn rule of proper human behavior. Aricia remains blissfully unaware of how one look at her ass gets me rock hard.
She’s fucking perfect. So perfect that it hurts. I step out into Aricia’s kitchen without a shirt on, noting how she keeps everything neat and orderly in her space. It’s not hard to find materials for breakfast, although Aricia keeps sparse amounts of food on hand compared to my ma.
I get out some sausages, eggs, sliced grape tomatoes and thick slices of rye toast slathered in Amish butter – one of the perks of upstate. I get lost in the slicing of onions, saute garlic in a pan, and handling several flames at once when Aricia finally emerges, ready for work.
She’s the one who should be melting in my arms yet somehow, I’m cooking her breakfast. The smile on her face when she sees everything is genuine.
“I thought you were going to make me a yogurt or something.”
“You need real breakfast. You’ll be at work all day.”
“I can’t have a real breakfast,” Aricia says, edging near the table, eyes gleaming with hunger that she doesn’t have to hide from me. “I never have time to cook before work.”
“Husband never cooked for you.”
“No. He did not.”
I don’t want us lingering on a bad subject. I set down my spatula and wrap my arms around Aricia, who appreciates the hug for a moment, mostly because I also smell like her delicious breakfast.
“Mm,” she says. “It smells nice. Thanks.”
“I’ll cook for you whenever you want, baby.”
She at least lets me kiss her after that, but then our moment is over as real life slams into both of us. I make her a huge cup of coffee, which definitely brings a smile to her face. That woman has a caffeine addiction that needs to be studied.
I watch her sip from the mug and getverydistracted by the way her lips touch the glass. It’s hard not to think about what it looked like to have my cock disappearing into that soft, warm mouth. Aricia has to get to work and I can’t keep thinking about bending her over when I have a more important problem on my hands.
“I’ll leave soon,” I assure her, drinking my own mug of coffee, despite craving my espresso machine – which makes much better coffee.
“Do you have a regular job, Peter?”
“Business. I set my own hours.”
She nods. “Thanks for breakfast. It’sdelicious.”
It feels good to make her happy, even if I am misleading her to believe I’m going to work after this.
Not work – tracking down her ex-husband’s mistress and introducing her to my family.
I leave before Aricia does once I clean up her dishes and she runs around putting on makeup and packing up a few more items I assume before she has to head out. I tell her that I’m heading to work myself, but really, I’m headed to my brother’s house.
Michael only seems mildly annoyed that I’m there early.
“Myra took the kids to the zoo with Delphine and Luigi,” he says with a yawn as he lets me in. “I was up late last night meeting with Renzo, so she thought I could use a sleep-in.”
“You look tired.”
