The Office Affair

Chapter 23: Rome Wasn't Built in a Day

I woke up with Stijn's hands wrapped around me. We were both topless so I can feel his chest hair on my back and even his morning wood wedged between my ass. I untangled myself and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Stijn always prepares breakfast when I am here so I need to return the favor.

I'm not as good of a cook compared to him but I can do the basics like cooking egg and bacon. I prepared waffles too because it is his favorite breakfast meal. I want us to start the day well and end the day in a good mood so I prepared a lot of food.

"Something smells nice."

I heard him say as he wrapped his hands around my body.

"Something is hard."

"That's because you didn't take care of it a while ago." Then he kissed my cheeks and I just melted right there.

"You know I don't cook really well so I better not hear any complaints about burnt bacon or salty egg."

"Not from me. I love everything that you do. And I love the taste of your eggs too."

I looked back at him and he was checking his phone for some news maybe. Or a text from his ex-lovers maybe? I'm too paranoid. lol

"Well, I love the taste of your eggs too. But I'm in charge of the kitchen right now so you'd be eating mine. And we're gonna have that talk later so no dirty business ok? You better tuck in that dick for now." Then I resumed my cooking.

"Of course. There is nothing more that I want than to settle all our issues so that we can finally move on from it. Okay, I'll leave you to it. I'm just gonna go ahead and take a shower."

"I'll call you when it's done."

After a few minutes, I finished preparing everything and I called him up. He just got out of his room and he was just wearing his favorite gray sweatpants, with no shirt or even underwear to cover that insane bulge.

"Could you at least wear your boxers? Jeez that thing looks like it would come out anytime."

"Well, you've seen it. And touched it. I don't see any problem?" He said innocently.

"Don't act like this is how you look on a typical Sunday. Go wear your boxers or you will not eat."

"Okay, mom. I don't know why you are acting like a virgin all of a sudden."

I just gave him the death stare saying that I'm serious about it. Admittedly, I like him looking like that, sexy and sinful but it would only distract us from the conversation because I would be all over him after our breakfast and that isn't helpful.

He came back wearing a boxer underneath but still without a shirt. It is still distracting but I can bear with it. We finished our food and I asked him if there is something wrong with my cooking or what to improve on.

"Well, it's bacon and eggs. I don't know how you can fuck that up."

"But still, I'd love to know if there is something wrong with the way I cooked it. You are a great cook so I'm sure you can nitpick the taste or the color or whatever."

"And I'm telling you...it tastes good."

"And you're not lying just to encourage me to cook for you more?"

"Why would I lie about that? You're a good cook babe. You've learned from the best."

"Now you're just making shit up. You only taught me that one time."

"See. I'm a good teacher because it only took me once to teach you how to cook and now you're good at it."

"You're lying. I can also taste what I've prepared and it wasn't up to par with your cooking."