Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 16

Bradley's POV

As I entered my bedroom, the only two words came to mind.

Cold shower.

I sighed. It took all my strength to walk away from Tiffany, but I had to. I didn't bring her here to seduce her and definitely shouldn't be kissing her either. The chemistry between us was positively electric. My need for her had been so great that I hadn't even wanted to stop kissing her.

At twenty-nine I am more than old enough to be able to control my physical reactions to a desirable woman, and yet somehow this woman had me reacting to her so fast that I had been caught by the wayward direction of my thoughts and my desire for her. Even though she was as far from my usual choice of woman, I found her strangely addictive.

I am a man who prided myself on self-control. It was that control that ensured I would never cross the line between business and pleasure.

No woman had ever been allowed to intrude into my thoughts when I did not want her to. Yet, now here I was, wasting my valuable mental energy, thinking about a woman who almost ruined my family's business.

I lost control.

Maybe not completely, but the extent to which I had come dangerously close to doing so had been a first for me.

I probably was a fool not to take what had been on offer.

I cursed softly and ran a hand over the back of my neck. I look down at my bulging manhood. It needs to be taken care of immediately. I entered the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. I entered the shower and blasted the cold water.

It's going to a long night.

.........

Just as I predicted, I didn't get much sleep.

A kinky-haired woman haunted my dreams with her unbelievable hourglass figure and soft lips.

And now I have to make breakfast for this woman.

I tilted my head and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was just a few minutes past six, which means I have around forty-five minutes to prepare breakfast.

I stood from the bed and walked over to the windows. I pulled opened the curtains, and l looked at the estate. It looked so tranquil in the mornings with the birds chirping in the distance and the sun making it's way up to the sky.

I stretched my arms out and yawned then headed to the bathroom. I showered and dressed then I made my way down to the kitchen.

When I entered the kitchen, Tiffany was already there by the island cutting bacon.

"Good morning,"

I lifted her head at me, "Good morning.

I walked over to the island and took a seat. I watched her as she moved gracefully around the kitchen.

She was wearing grey sweat pants and a purple blouse. Her brown hair was pushed back in an afro, giving me a good view of her face. Her skin looked so soft and made me want to reach out and stroke it.

But it wasn't the time or the place for those shenanigans.

"What are you making?"

She kept her head down, "Breakfast burritos."

"Oh, nice. Do you need any help?"

At first, I thought she wasn't going to answer me but then, She wiped her hands on her apron and lifted her eyes to mine, "Well," she said at last, "You can whisk those eggs."