Rowan gives me a pleasurable smile. “You like that?”
I nod my head, still covering my mouth. He makes circular motions with his thumb, keeping up with the pace of me riding him. I can feel myself start to lose control and quicken my pace. I bend down and, place my hands on his cheeks and kiss him, tugging on his lip, sucking his tongue.
The position I’m in lets me go deeper and quicker. I feel myself reaching the edge of pleasure when he continues to rub me over and over.
“I’m close,” he says in a rasp.
We kiss harder, and I move my hips more and more. As fast as I can go. The pain in my knees dulls as the pleasure in my body rises.
“Rowan, I’m close.”
“Keep riding me, baby. Let me fill you up.”
He tugs my hair, bites on my lip, and tips me over into the best orgasm. I moan into his mouth, and he continues to rub my clit, letting me ride it out. I hear him groan, and his hand tightens on my waist.
“Shit,” he whispers into my mouth.
I keep my lips on him, trying to cover all the noise we’re making. His breath quickens, and his hips thrust into me when I’m too tired to keep going. I lift my hips while he pumps into me. I bury my face in his neck, taking in the fresh scent of him, and kiss his neck until I feel him start to slow down.
I set myself back down on him and keep him in me while we kiss and pant. His hands cradle my face, and he looks at me. His dark eyes searched mine.
“We just fucked on the roof,” he says, out of breath.
I smile and nod. “Yeah, we did.”
He looks at me and raises his brows. “That was awesome.”
sixty
ELLIE
A few days ago,I finally came up with the very last item I wanted to put on the menu. I fought with myself internally, wondering if it would be good enough. All the desserts I made were known for sleek presentation and considered a delicacy.
Four of the items are just that, but not the last one. The last one I’ve decided will be my own personal touch. I want to leave them with something rooted in my nostalgia, hoping to share that warmth with others.
A simple cinnamon apple crisp. Tender and crisp granny smith apples sprinkled with cinnamon and a buttery crumble topping. Topped with a generous amount of vanilla bean ice cream with caramel drizzled over it.
I sent the seasonal menu and waited. Waited to see if it was good enough and if I still had what it took to create something beautiful but also inviting. I never dared let myself come up with something that I would have made in my own kitchen.
“You need to start getting ready for the festival. I know you’re waiting on a response for your menu, but you only have a few days to get everything set,” Rowan says.
“Do you doubt my ability to get what I need to be done in a timely manner, Mr. Williams?”
Rowan raises his eyebrows at me, dipping his chin slightly. “I didn’t know you calling me Mr. Williams would be a turn-on, but here we are.” He splays out his arms.
I let out a laugh and hold up a notepad, showing him I’ve already been prepping for the food festival. “I’m on top of it, Ro. You don’t need to worry.”
“I got something you can be on top of,” he mutters while hiding a smile and walks past me to the kitchen.
“Hey.” I smack the notepad on his butt.
“Please tell me you’re going to make those caramel stuffed brownies, or the Oreo balls, or those mini caramel cheesecake bites.”
Milo’s nails tap on the floor while he follows Rowan around the house, watching him eat the cereal he just made for himself.
“I have the caramel brownies; that’s a top contender. I also want to do simple things, like chocolate chunk cookies sprinkled with sea salt, cinnamon rolls, lemon truffles, and homemade rice crispy treats. Ya know?”
“That doesn’t sound simple. That sounds like a lot of work.”
