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of laughter shook my body. “I thought I smelled bacon?”
He fisted his cock and gave it a few tugs. My eyes widened as my mouth watered. It turned me on like nothing else watching a man play with his tool in such a confident way.
“This handsome specimen is dessert, baby. ’Cause I know you can’t get enough of my cock. But first, I have pancakes with crispy bacon and runny eggs and maple syrup, and freshly brewed coffee. How does that sound?”
“Really? You made all of that?”
“Sure. It’s Jade’s favorite breakfast. I used to make it for her on Sundays . . . especially on stormy days. She hates storms, you know, and there’s nothing like the smell of bacon to take your mind off the miserable weather.”
The way his eyes softened when he spoke about his sister made my heart melt. In those rare moments that Harrison gave me glimpses of his inner self, his gentle side that he fought so hard to hide from everyone, I couldn’t help but let him crawl just that little deeper under my skin.
“Well, that makes two of us. Since I was a kid I’ve always been unnerved by storms.” Lightning cracked just outside the window. I jumped, my whole body tensing up. “Nobody ever made me pancakes and bacon to get me through the storms though.”
He pushed his large frame off the doorjamb he was leaning against and crossed the room with a few long strides. “Wait till you taste mine. You’ll forget everything else when you sink your teeth into my fluffy pancakes.” He sat on the edge of the bed, took both my hands in his and rubbed my palms with his thumbs.
“You crack me up. You look so—”
He pulled a Zoolander expression. “—Ridiculously good-looking?”
“Yeah. The chef’s hat makes you look like a master chef and the slippers are adorable.” Just like that, and I was laughing again.
“It’s fucking cold when you slip out of a warm bed. Especially after being snuggled into a hot and curvy naked body.”
“So why aren’t you wearing clothes?”
“What, and deprive you of the amazing sight of my sausage?”
Laying my hand on his chest, I caressed over the taut skin. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
I loved this playful side of Harrison. Not many men had the confidence to pull off being silly and sexy at the same time.
“It’s you that brings it out in me, Eva.” He leaned forward and kissed me. It was sweet and tender, but with just enough passion to show me that he meant what he said.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I better go get those pancakes before they go rubbery and make a liar out of me.” He pulled the bed covers up to my chin, kissed my forehead and marched out of the room, leaving me with a perfect view of his ass, a smile and a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart.
Careful, Eva. This Harrison could catch you off guard and sneak into your heart so, so easily.
I scarfed down the pancakes, which were drizzled in maple syrup. The contrast between the sweet and the saltiness of them and the bacon was the perfect taste combination.
“Oh my God, that was the best breakfast I’ve ever had.” I rubbed my tummy as I held my mug out for a refill of coffee.
“Yeah? You sure of that?”
I knew where he was going with this.
“Of course I haven’t had dessert yet, but to be perfectly honest I think I over-ate and I’m a little bit too full now,” I teased. I wished I could burp on demand as most men were able to do, but all I could manage was a small one while I patted my stomach and handed him my empty plate. “Your fault for feeding me so well.”
Harrison’s face was priceless. “Well guess what, baby? I saved a space for your sweet pussy. Come here.”
He grabbed hold of the bottle of syrup, ripped the hat from his head and dove under the covers at the foot end of the bed, his head bopping up between my legs.
“Argggh, you are a naughty, naughty boy,” I said, only half joking as his wet mouth covered my mound.
I heard muffled sounds and lifted the covers to inspect what he was getting up to. Harrison was drizzling the sticky golden liquid all over my pussy and stomach. He threw the covers off and moved up, pouring the dripping syrup reverently over my breasts, as if he were an artist.
“This is what I