His at Night

Chapter 23

The groceries were delivered just after three. For being a man who doesn't do much cooking for himself, I was impressed with everything he had in his kitchen. While Michael set up the stand mixer, I made sure I had everything I needed for the cake.

"Do you have a specific recipe you use?" Michael asked as he stood behind me and looked over my shoulder.

"Kind of." I said, "I found what I like the most and created my own in a way."

"How can I help?" he asked.

I smiled to myself before answering, "We still need the baking dishes and the measuring cups and spoons, and the oven needs to be set at 350 degrees."

As I put everything into the mixer, Michael would take the dirty measuring cups and spoons and wash them. It was so different having someone help me and willing to do the dishes.

"Can you help me?" I asked as I prepared the baking dishes for the cake batter.

"What do you need?" Michael said as he walked over to me.

"Can you hold up the bowl and we can fill the pans?" I asked.

Michael slowly poured batter into each of the pans, and while I put them in the oven and set the timer, he washed the mixing bowl.

"Now for the best part," I said holding up the powdered sugar, "the frosting!"

A slow smile spread across his face. As I put the ingredients in the mixing bowl again, Michael stood behind me, and had his hands on my hips. My back was against his chest, and I loved the way he felt against me. Putting a small amount of the frosting on my finger, I turned slightly and held it up to his lips. Slowly leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around my finger, and I felt the warmth of his tongue as he tasted the frosting.

"It's perfect." He said as he put some on his finger, and held it to my lips.

I smiled as I started to open my mouth. Before I could move any further, he spread the frosting across my bottom lip, and kissed me. Everything within me became weak as I felt his tongue claiming the frosting. Completely lost in his arms, I jumped when the oven timer went off.

"I'll get them." Michael whispered as he let me go.

I tried to compose myself as he grabbed the oven mitts, but as he bent over I couldn't help but look at his ass. Quickly moving to the fridge, I tried to hide my gawking by pulling out all the berries we got to go on the cake. Michael sat at the counter on one of the stools while I cut up the strawberries, and ordered dinner to be delivered. We decided on Italian.

When the cake had cooled, I frosted it, and placed the strawberries, raspberries, blackberries and blueberries around it. A little while later the doorbell rang, and Michael answered it, collecting the food we ordered.

Bringing it into the kitchen he set it on the counter, "Do you mind getting the food ready?" He asked hesitantly.

"No, not at all." I said as I opened the cabinets and got plates, and wine glasses down.

I plated the chicken parmesan, and poured us each a glass of Pinot Noir. Michael wasn't in the kitchen with me, but I could hear things going on in the dining room. Picking up the plates of food, I started to walk out of the kitchen to have Michael step into the doorway.

"I'll take those." He said as he took the plates from my hands.

"Oh, ok. I'll grab the wine." I said as he smiled at me.

Picking up the glasses and the half full bottle, I walked back to the dining room. I stopped in the doorway as I saw the table. There was a nice table cloth laying on it that wasn't there before, along with lit candles, and a bouquet of red roses. The light was off, and it gave the room a romantic and warm glow.