“That looks amazing,” I raved as she dished up the meaty, rich lasagna.
“Go sit,” she said, shooing me to the table. A few moments later, she slid the steaming plate in front of me and poured more wine. Then she sat across from me, watching intently as I took a bite.
Damn, it was good!
“And?” she prompted, twisting her napkin.
I wiped my mouth. “That is literally the second-best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Oh jeez, I’m sorry I—”
I smirked. “The first best thing I ever ate was you last night.”
“Oh!” Grace stuffed a large forkful of lasagna in her mouth.
“Hot! Hot! Hot!” She fanned her mouth, spit it back out on the plate, and took a gulp of wine.
“Sorry,” she said, chagrined. “That’s gross.”
I tipped back my head and laughed. “God, I adore you.”
“Heh.” She took another gulp of wine.
“It’s too bad we’re married,” I told her, “because I’d totally ask you out for another date.”
She drained her wineglass then poured herself and me some more.
“About that,” she said in a rush. “I think we need to remember where we stand on this whole marriage thing. You have your hedge fund. I have my wedding planning business. ‘Ne’er shall the two meet.’” She pressed her two index fingers together. “We shouldn’t complicate our fake marriage. We need to just get the annulment over.”
“The lawyers are working on it,” I lied.
In reality, I had told the Svensson brothers to have the divorce paperwork ready to file in four weeks.
But first I needed to nuke the annulment from orbit.
Grace was still going to fight me on this? Fine. I could wait. I just needed a little more time to get her so hot and bothered she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands out of my pants.
“Though I do want to throw you on my bed, spread your legs, and fuck that tight hot pussy of yours,” I said elegantly while Grace choked on another bite of lasagna. “I absolutely understand where you’re coming from. And I agree. We should probably cool it.”
“Oh,” she said, deflating.
Score.She would totally be in my bed in some form or fashion tonight.
“But let’s talk about this lasagna! That must have been a lot of work! It seemed like you had a whole operation going, handmade pasta, the sauce, and I’m sure there were multiple cheeses.”
“Yep,” she said. “It was pretty complicated. Especially the béchamel.”
“This was one of the versions with béchamel?” I asked politely while trying to figure out how to turn the conversation toward us without clothes in my bed.
“Was it on top or layered in with the noodles? I didn’t really notice it.” I cut another bite of the lasagna and began to inspect it.
Grace stood up abruptly and knocked the fork out of my hand.
“I changed my mind,” she said. “I think actually I do want your cock.”
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