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“Found it. Now what do you want me to do with it? If you say something freaky, I’m leaving.”
“Freaky?”
“Yeah, freaky. Like have sex with the handle.”
“No! What? No.” I shake my head. “I’d rather watch you get yourself off with a sex toy, than the handle of a frypan. Hmmm, speaking of which...”
“Who says I don’t have a toy in right now?”
I tighten my grip on the handle of the knife and stop cutting the meat up. Good Lord, she’s going to be the death of me. I clear my throat again and motion toward the range. “Put it on a high heat.” Get it together, Bennett.
I hear the burner tick on. “Now what?”
“Nothing, you can go sit down before you cause me to spontaneously combust.”
“What? I haven’t done anything,” Reece says with fluttering eyelashes, all false innocence.
“You’re evil.”
She walks away and I swat her ass forcing her to hop forward. “Oh, Mr. President, but I do believe you’re trying to turn me on.”
“You like being spanked?”
Reece arches a brow and seductively runs her tongue over her lower lip. She makes me crazy. “Maybe you’ll get to find out.” She looks at her nails and lifts her shoulders. “Or maybe you won’t.”
“I should take you over my knee.”
She flicks her hand at me. “Promises, promises.”
My cock is straining, and I’m desperate to be buried deep inside her. “Um.” I shake my head, struggling to concentrate on the job at hand. “Stop distracting me,” I warn. “Now, the meat goes into the frypan with a tad of olive oil.” I drizzle the olive oil over the now-hot frypan and throw the meat in. The water has come up to a boil, and I find the fresh pasta the chef has already prepared. I throw it in the rapidly boiling water. “Next step to a good carbonara is two whole eggs, and an extra egg yolk.” I crack two eggs into a bowl, and separate the third egg tossing out the part I haven’t used. I go to the fridge and find the already shredded fresh parmesan cheese. “Now, usually I’d say we have to salt the eggs, but the guanciale is a cured and incredibly salty cut, so we don’t need additional salt.”
“You’re like an infomercial.” Reece laughs. “Or a contestant on a cooking show where they all compete for a grand prize.”
“Enough from you over there.” I beat the eggs together. “Season with a generous amount of black pepper.” I grind some pepper into the eggs. “Now, the tricky part.”
“Tricky?” She raises a brow as she stares.
“Yes, Miss Smart-ass, tricky.”
Reece snorts with laughter. “You’re so bossy.”
“Now comes the tricky part,” I repeat. “We have to beat the eggs and the cheese together.”
“I must admit,” Reece starts. “Watching you cook is a turn-on. I could get used to this.”
“A turn-on?” My hand stills as I mix the parmesan and eggs. Now that I know, I’ll be sure to cook for her more often. I click my tongue and clear my throat, slightly distracted by her statement. “The cooking meat has released quite a lot of its own fat. So, now we need to turn it off.”
“You’re sexy as fuck.”
She’s sending me crazy with her silky voice. “Let me check the pasta.” Using the tongs, I take a piece out and chew on it. “Yep, it’s ready. Perfect actually. Now, we drain the pasta, and throw it straight into the guanciale.”
Reece walks around and leans against the kitchen counter, watching me. “Why did you turn the guanciale off?” She crosses her arms in front of her chest, causing her breasts to perk up. I can’t tear my eyes off of her. “Bennett?”
“Um.” I shake my head trying to dislodge every filthy thought I have of her. “Because we’re going to mix in the egg and cheese and we don’t want to scramble the eggs.” She arches a brow and continues to watch. I catch my breath, refusing to look at her. Otherwise, I’m going to forgo cooking to bend her over the counter and take her hard from behind. “I drain the pasta, and throw it straight into the pan with the cooling guanciale, making sure to coat all the strands of pasta with the fat from the pork.” Out of my peripheral vision, I see Reece push off from the counter and walk behind me. Her body presses into mine as hands drag up my thighs to my hips. “We then add the egg and cheese.” I tip that into the pasta and quickly mix it around. Reece’s hands slide under my t-shirt, and she pushes her fingers into the top of my jeans. “I um...”
“You what?” she whispers before taking the lobe of my ear into her mouth. My hands still and my eyes close as I roll my head to the side. She peppers kisses down the column of my throat. I drop my hands from the pan, and she darts under my arm and pushes me backward as her mouth finds mine.
I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?” I murmur against her lips.
