“Direct me. I’ll be your sous chef.”
“Ooo, I get to boss you around? That might be nice.” She winked at him. “Let’s do an omelet because that’s quick. I have all the veggies out. If you want to start chopping them, I’ll crack the eggs.”
She had already set out a cutting board and a knife, Dante got to work. At the same time, he thought of what it would be like to have Madison boss him around. He liked to see her when she took control on the stage. In the bedroom she was unsure and didn’t trust her instincts, but he knew she would learn in time.
Her eyes were on him and he knew when she stopped cracking eggs, that he had impressed her with his knife skills. That had been his goal when he offered to help. He wanted her to see that what he said was true. He knew his way around the kitchen. It was important to him for her to trust him.
To protect her, he wouldn’t be able to tell her a lot of things, but he didn’t want her to feel like he kept secrets from her on purpose. It was typical in mafia relationships that the women were kept out of the business side. It kept them safe from danger and rivals, and also they couldn’t be used against their partner.
He didn’t have a lot of time to build up trust with her while he cleaned up the financial and real estate portions of the business, so he would need to make his time with her last and work in his favor. Dante finished chopping and looked up from the cutting board to find Madison with an egg hovering over the side of the bowl, waiting to be cracked.
“Chef, with the way you’re looking at me, I think you could get in trouble for sexual harassment in the workplace.” He gave her a teasing smile, then walked over to her, positioning her in front of him, he helped her crack the remaining eggs.
By the time they were done, they both panted for breath. He wanted to tease her until she came again and again and again. He never would get tired of her moans during her climaxes or the way she dug her nails into his shoulders, arms, or ass, depending on where her hands were.
“Yeah, that might be true, but I think you are holding your own in the workplace harassment domain.” She pushed back into his erection, which he could never hide when he was around her. He seemed to have no problem staying hard for her and was in a constant state of arousal when they were together or of anticipation when they were apart. Even now, while with her he was thinking of his day and how to get back to Madison. The most important thing was to get back before Enzo cornered her again.
With the last egg in the bowl, he monster walked her over to the sink, and they washed hands together. As soon as his were dry, he exposed her nipples to the air.
“Dante.”
He loved his name on her lips. Her head rolled back on his shoulder, and she exposed the length of her neck to his lips and let them roam. He found her sweet spot and gave it nip before he traced a path with his tongue.
If she wasn’t on her period, he would have had her panties and leggings down and have bent her over a table or chair. But he couldn’t. He would have to save it for another time. Maybe she could wear an apron and heels and cook at his place.
He would ask to get on her social schedule before she had too many plans. During this intense month with each other, he wanted to embrace the change that they had made to their agreement and hope she could see as much potential for them to be happy together as he did.
Dante wanted to tease her, but he didn’t have time. She was efficient as she whipped up the omelet and the delicious smell of bacon wafted into the room. He knew it was her doing, to have everything ready at the same time.
“Sorry it took so long.”
“No worries. I had fun.” He kissed her nose.
She looked up at him and smiled. “I did too.”
He picked up his fork. “Let’s eat before it gets cold. I hate eating cold—”
“Food. No way, you too? I like mine piping hot, like burn your mouth hot.”
“Same.” He ate fast. He still needed to get out of there and get to his appointment. His being late would cause more questions and bring up more speculation in regards to the nature of his relationship with Madison. He couldn’t define it, let alone tell anyone what it was.
The current words didn’t fit. She was more than a friend or a lay to him. She was interesting, had a good sense of humor, and helped bring out his playful side. He would do anything to be with her for as long as she would allow him.
He slowed down his eating pace so they were closer to being finished around the same time. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to leave. If he didn’t have this appointment, then he would have loved to have stayed with her for the day.
Once they were both done, he helped her clean the dishes. “I better go. I have something.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think to ask if you had somewhere you needed to be.” She looked sad. “No need to help clean up. You get to where you need to go.” She stood by the sink.
He should take her at her word and leave, but he couldn’t leave her looking down. “I’m right where I want to be. What if for tonight you pack a bag and we go to my place for the weekend? There is a farmers’ market nearby, and we could go there Saturday morning. What do you think?
“Sounds good.” She leaned into him and gave him a kiss.
“Pack enough stuff until Monday. I know you have to get back to your place to work on your designs.” He stood in the doorway
“Ok. You better go.”
“Ok. Come here for your good morning kiss.”
