Page 73 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
“Of course!”I said, “I will make better pancakes than you.”
His dark eyes twinkled with a challenge, “We will see about that, Bella.”
We made different batters for our recipe and I eyed him as he chopped some strawberries.I continued making my batter by cracking two eggs and making sure that the batter wasn’t too thick or too thin.After half an hour, our pancakes were ready, and we decided that we would judge each other’s pancakes, and the winner got to do anything they wanted with the other for an hour.
I was excited to win because as much as I enjoyed the dominant side of Ethan, I wanted to know how he would react if I tied him up and had my way with him.I was sure that if he won, he’d do the same or ...I didn’t even want to imagine.
“Ready?”he asked as we both stacked a big bite in our forks with the maple syrup dripping down on the plate.
I nodded, and we both took a bite together.I chewed and almost moaned out loud at the delicious taste of strawberries and something buttery, melting in my mouth.It was delicious.
When I opened my eyes, Ethan had the same expression.I eyed his lips when he licked them, my body warming and aching for his.We hadn’t had sex for a few days because of my period, but now, I needed him more than ever.I wondered if the feeling of having him beside me all day would ever fade.I wondered if he felt the same way or not.
“It’s okay, too sugary,” he said, shrugging at the pancakes I had cooked.
“Liar.If you don’t like it, then I will eat it.”
He grinned at me and ate another forkful.I chuckled at his goofy expression.We ate pancakes, sharing the ones we had made, and concluded that both the recipes were delicious and both of us were winners.
“No, I am the winner,” I said firmly, craning my neck up to narrow my eyes at him.“My pancakes were a little better than yours.”
He raised his eyebrow, “Didn’t we just agree that it was a tie?”
Keeping my hands at my hips, I asked, “Did we?I don’t remember.”
Ethan sighed, “Okay, fine, you won.Why do you want to win so badly?”
I let out an evil laugh that earned me a side glance from him as I helped him load the dishwasher.“It’s because I want to tie you up, silly.”
He froze and glared at me.“No, not happening.”
My smile fell, “Ethan, no!You promised that the loser has to follow the winner’s command for an hour.”
He crossed his arms, trying to intimidate me, and a part of me wanted to tell him it was working.I scowled at him, “You tie me up all the time.It’s not fair.Maybe I want to play with you too.”
A hint of a smile appeared on his lips when I pouted.“And how do you want to play with me, Kiara?”His voice was low and playful that made my stomach somersault.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I said, “I want to tie up your hands.”
His expression darkened, and the kitchen became a lot smaller when I took a step back, the marble counter digging in my lower back.He towered in front of me, smelling like pancakes, blueberries with a hint of his musky male scent.Wet arousal pooled in my underwear.
“And what will you do after tying my hands?”
I took a shuddering breath and met his eyes.They looked darker than mine as they pinned me to my spot.“You have to agree to let me tie you up first,” I countered.
Surprisingly, he agreed, but with safe words.I almost laughed at him because I wasn’t going to do anything extreme at all, I just wanted to tease him a little.
Okay, I am lying.
I want to tease him a lot.
“Remove your shirt, I want you shirtless,” I ordered and even spanked his butt for the effect.My palm zinged with heat because of the rough denim.
He narrowed his eyes at me, “Too much, Kia.”
I kissed his cheek in return and told him to lie down on the bed.Ethan was probably three times my size.If he decided it was getting too much, then it would take him no effort to pull me underneath him and I would be helpless.If I wanted to do this right, then I needed to tie his hands to the headboard so he couldn’t run away from me.Hehe, I was loving how the roles had reversed.Even though it was only for a while.
“Why do I think this is a bad idea?”He whispered to himself while I tied his hands to the headboard, straddling his bare chest.His prominent muscles tensed and hardened when I leaned down to kiss him on the lips and pulled away when he wanted to deepen it.He glared at me.
