“Uh, dining room or living room?”she asked.She glanced down at his feet.“If you want to take your boots off, we can go in the living room.If you don’t, it has to be the dining room.”
He was already kicking off his boots.He wanted Eden to relax.
“I’ll go and grab a couple of plates.”
She disappeared in the opposite direction, and he heard shuffling and what sounded like moving crockery.He stood in the hallway and waited.
Seconds later, she returned, holding two plates, and stepped into the sitting room.“You could have sat down,” she said.
She bent over, and Razor took just a second to admire the curves of her ass.Eden had lost a little weight, which he wasn’t happy about.He was a guy that loved curves, and Eden was fucking perfect.He loved her full hips, juicy ass, and those thighs were made to sit around his waist as he pounded inside her.That was all for another time, though.
She handed him a plate, and he served them the sticky rolls and cinnamon buns.
“You know, I am supposed to behave,” Eden said.“But this is a naughty breakfast.”
He could show her just how naughty it could get, especially if he had a bowl of liquid frosting.He needed to get control of his thoughts.
He had brought coffee and handed her the large mug.“Here you go,” he said.
“Thank you.”She took a sip and let out a moan.Again, it sounded sexual to him, and he wondered if that was how she would sound if he had her wrapped around his dick and was pressing every inch inside her.Instead, he took a sip of his own coffee.
He had gotten Eden the fancy mocha latte, because he knew she loved it.For himself, he was happy with a simple coffee with sugar and cream.
“This is good.”
“Good.”
“How did you know I liked this?”she asked.
“I heard you.”
This made her smile.“You heard me?”
“Yeah, some time ago.Mac was going to get coffee, and you asked for it.”
Eden laughed.“Wow, you remember that?”
“Why is that such a shock?”he asked.
“Because if memory serves me right, Mac never got me a mocha latte.In fact, he never got me coffee.He instead made sure I always got tea.”
“Tea?”
“Yep.”
He stared at her.“You don’t like tea, do you?”
She nodded.“That’s right.I’m a coffee girl, or hot chocolate girl.I’m not a tea girl.I can’t stand it.I’d rather just drink water, which is what I tend to do.”
“And you like beer,” he said.
“True.But I have to warn you, I’m not a big beer drinker either.”She glanced down at her drink.
“I want to get to know you,” he said.
She lifted her head up.“What?”
“I know you and Mac were a thing, and I’ve given it enough time between asking you, but I like you, Eden.I’d like to explore this with you.”
