Page 82 of Forgotten Prejudice

“Hey,” I said, unable to hold back a goofy smile as I approached him.

Ash seemed slightly shocked to see me at first, as his eyes studied me carefully. “H-Hey,” he mumbled after he was done checking me out. “Ah, sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed up this way.”

I knew I looked hot, even hotter, when I wore my work clothes. From the blush on his cheeks and bottom lip tucked underneath his teeth, it seemed like Ashy thought the same.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Well—” Ash’s words were cut off by a waiter who nearly bumped into us on his way back to the kitchen with a tray full of dishes. I gave the idiot the death glare, which made him stumble forward, before grabbing Ash’s arm and pulling him aside.

“So, you were saying?” I asked, bringing his attention away from the waiter and back to me.

Ash seemed out of place in the fuss of the busy restaurant, and I wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t left the house since returning home over a month ago, so his discomfort was understandable.

“Oh, yes, right.” He hugged his arms around himself. “I was just hanging around the house and then got hungry, so I thought—”

“You thought to drive all the way here and come see me?” I finished his sentence, my lips curving into a crooked smile.

Ash frowned, looking as cute as ever, before shoving my chest.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, asshole.” He pouted his lips, his ears turning red. “But yes. I was curious where you work.”

I’d cuddled the dude every night for weeks now, but just then, his words got me all excited like some fucking virgin.

“You should have told me before. I would have found someone to replace me in the kitchen.” I looked around the full restaurant. “I’ve got about two hours until I’m done.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just go home.”

He was delusional if he thought I’d allow it.

“Fuck no.” I wrapped one arm around him and pulled him close. “I’ll get you a table and cook you some good food.” I kissed his head. “Hopefully, by the time you’re done, I’ll be able to get out of here. Sound good?”

He nodded, and fuck me sideways, I wanted to eat his face. And ass.

Restraining myself, I led him to a corner table where he’d have more privacy before returning to the kitchen. As promised, I cooked him the best meal I’d ever made. So excited about him being here, I even served Ash each of the courses myself.

“More? I swear, Kai, I can’t get another thing into my mouth,” Ash whined after I came back with another plate in hand.

“There’s always room for dessert,” I smirked, ignoring my dirty thoughts about other things I’d want to put in his mouth.

The restaurant was almost empty now, so I dragged a chair beside Ash before sitting down and placing the plate between us.

“Raspberry and pistachio éclair with homemade crème fraîche on the side,” I said, offering him the dessert fork.

Ash darted his eyes from me to the plate and back before taking the fork from me.

“You’re going to make me gain so much weight.”

“Good. I’ll have more to cuddle at night.”

Ash grunted before he took a forkful of the dessert and brought it to his mouth. Wrapping his full lips around the fork, he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. My dick twitched at the sound, and my throat dried up as he darted the tip of his tongue to lick the corner of his lips.

“Good, right?” I leaned a bit closer.

Ash nodded, then took another bite, cream getting everywhere. “It tastes amazing.”

Just wait until you taste my dick, baby.

This time, he used a napkin to clean himself. “I never really got to eat sweets the past few years,” he said, his eyes pinned on the plate while he smiled to himself. “Soren is one of those people who’s against sugar, so I tried avoiding it… although I couldn’t quit, and he laughed, saying it’s why I’m so sweet.”