Page 129 of Whispered Promises

“Perfect, how does cinnamon waffles with some spiced berries sound?”

My answering groan has him chuckling, and I slip onto one of the island stools. Max grabs a seat to my left, and his hand lands on my thigh, then his thumb strokes the exposed skin.

“Can I have seconds?” he asks, leaning on the counter and snatching a blueberry.

“You haven’t even had firsts,” Bry adds.

“Well, I’m pre-ordering it. Actually, make it thirds, just in case. Rosy likes my muscles, so I need to stay in peak condition.”

Max holds the stolen berry to my lips. When I open, he drops it in my mouth. I bite down on the tart berry, but before I can swallow, his mouth meets mine. Covering my lips with his, he licks along the seam twice before I realise he wants me to open. When I do, his tongue sweeps in, licking at the juice coating my mouth.

“Mm, tastes good.”

I giggle, pull back, and see Bry’s still smiling at me. I watch as he continues moving around the kitchen, pulling out different ingredients as he checks his tablet.

“What’re you making today?”

“Coconut caramel blondies with a mango drizzle. I released a limited number of orders yesterday, so I’m filling them now.” At my parted mouth and probable drool, he laughs. “I’ll make you some too.”

“Wait, you never make me any.” Max pouts, his hand sliding higher on my thigh as he leans back on the stool.

“You’re not Rosy.” Bry grins, winking at me before plating up our breakfasts.

“Will you share with me?” Max turns to me, his face pinched in a pleading expression. At least I think he’s aiming for that.

“Maybe. You’ll have to show me how much you want them.”

“Challenge accepted.”

It’s no surprise that breakfast was mouth-wateringly tasty. I would happily stay over every night just for that…though waking up to any of them would be even better. Can it be as easy as eating my waffle and keeping it too?

After leaving Max to finish his second serving, I head into the bathroom attached to Nate’s room and get ready, wanting to grab a quick shower. But at this rate, it won't be. It’s heavenly in here. It might have something to do with the rainfall shower head and the numerous small heads spraying my body from different angles.

It feels so good.

“You make any more sounds like that, and I’m joining you, little tease.”

I squeak embarrassingly loudly as I yank open the shower door and poke my head out. “I’m in here.”

“I know, and I will be too if you keep tempting me.”

Fumbling, I reluctantly switch off the shower and hold an arm through the crack in the door. “Can you pass me the towel, please?”

“Do you need it?”

“Yes, I’m dripping wet.”

“I like you wet.”

“Nate!”

A towel finally lands in my hand, and I wrap it around myself before stepping out.

“What are you doing in here anyway?”

“Needed to piss but got distracted watching you.”

My cheeks heat at his approving stare; it lingers not only over my exposed skin, but on the areas covered. The areas he thoroughly got acquainted with last night.