My Only Redemption ✔️ [COMPLETE]

Chapter 49

Stravos

The kitchen was one of my favorite places in this home, other than being a lawyer, I always wanted to be a chef so my culinary skills were good.

Now, I took the silver spoon and dipped it into the bowl of potato. It smoothly penetrated the firm fluffy white mound. I lifted the spoon and turned it over on my plate, depositing a mound of potato.

Then using another spoon, I scooped up spinach with dripping white sauce and placed it on the plate beside the potato.

Serenity was watching me from across the table, rivulets of sweat glides down her skin from the building heat in the room.

I dipped the sauce in the rich brown stew and stirred it before scooping up a chunky slice of oxtail. Several other pieces followed that one onto the plate, the soft brown meat, contrasting with the dark green spinach.

She almost moans with dire need as her dark eyes stared at the plate.

She bites her lip, "That looks so good."

I breathe out sharply.

My eyes followed her fingers as they skimmed down the glass of iced tea, its chill soaking into her skin. She lifted it, pressed the cool rim to her eager lips, and flicked her tongue across the rim.

Tilting the glass, she clutched tight, and let the sweet tang glide down her impatient throat. She eyed me up and down, and then bit her bottom lip hungrily.

"Your pupils are dilated."

"It is a design flaw. It happens when sexy men get too close."

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "You think I'm sexy?"

"You are, when you talk in that soft, deep voice that turns me on." She traced my chest with a finger, "Especially when I can feel the heat coming off your body."

"Is that so?"

"Very much so."

She licked her lips and my gaze fell to her soft, lush mouth. It was an invitation I couldn't ignore.

She's so tempting. God.

"Could you get me another bowl? I'll need it for the spaghetti."

"Yes sir!"

She stood up, turned and bent over to fish out a bowl. I became transfixed. That skirt was so short, I could see her white lace panties, she took her sweet time too. Could she be coming on to me? I stood there in disbelief with a hardening c*ck.

She sat close and I could see her legs right there next to me, her hair almost brushing my shoulder. She was very serious, asking me a question about culinary skills.

I tried to get the inappropriate thoughts out as I started to give her my opinion but was having trouble concentrating. Her feminine smell mixed with my body wash, caressed my nostrils.

I had a huge erection. When I thought she wasn't looking, I adjusted my pants to accommodate my bulging c*ck.

"Are you hard?"

I was startled. I didn't expect anything this forward, even if she did get a glimpse of what I was doing.

I answered, feeling a bit flustered, "Yes."

She put her hand on my arm, looked at my face, and took an understanding and surprisingly serious tone. "Don't be, I'm flattered actually."

Her face blushed and I gave her kiss on the cheek but she then steered my lips to hers, touching my throbbing bulge -- rubbing the outer surface of my pants.