The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 36 Romance with a bit of Bacon

He wasn't kidding when he said he had made breakfast. There's a whole feast prepared just for me. I look in awe at the presentation of food on the table. 

From pancakes that look like clouds to fruits cut up into cute little shapes and juices that look like colored waterfalls. Everything looks so mouth-watering and edible. I can't believe he cooked all of this for me. 

"You can eat whatever you want but the fruits are necessary. It's good for your recovery," He says from beside me.

I smile at him, "Did you really cook all of this?"

"Either that or I am a professional in sleepwalking,"

A laugh escapes from my throat. I round the table and take a seat at the head of the table. I don't care if that's his seat, I am sitting here. 

Slowly making my fingers equipped with the silverware I dig at the pancakes first. One bite and oh god. I close my eyes as I relish the taste of clouds on my tongue, a bit honey, a bit blueberry, and moan. 

I follow another bite of pancakes with a heart-shaped watermelon. A few bites of bacon, some juices and I know in our marriage Asher is the one who can cook. 

 "Fuck," I said when I ate another fruit from the bowl. How are these so sweet? Like every fruit is sweet and juicy? It's impossible. At least one of the grapes had to be sour but no, they're too sweet. 

Asher doesn't have to worry about me eating the fruits. I am sure, I can finish everything in the bowl. It's delicious. 

Every bite, every taste was like a vacation for my tongue. I hummed, I moaned, I nodded approving all the options he picked out for breakfast not realizing I was giving a boner to someone.

A low growl from across me breaks my food porn. I lick the orange juice from my lips and look at my husband who already had his eyes on me. "It seems you liked the food," he says so low, I shivered against his tone.

I wet my lips, "Like isn't the right word hubby. It's delicious. I love it,"

Taken aback by my hubby word, Asher gets up and drags himself toward me.   

Very lightly, he stood behind me by the chair placing both his arms on the handrest. Leaning down, he grabs my neck and inclines my face up. The smell of his aftershave hits my nose directly at this upside-down angle. I nervously took a breath and tightly gripped the fork. The tiny piece of watermelon falls on the plate without a sound.

Ash draws closer to my face, our lips inches away as he speaks, "Say that again,"

I crane my neck to see him from this angle, "or what?"

Asher strokes my jawline with his fingers wrapping me in cold shivers. I suck in a breath when he speaks again. The movement brushing our lips together. "Or I promise you Olivia, I will fuck you so hard, so deep and so raw, all those tease you do to me will fall out of the room. I will lick every corner of your body like you did with that watermelon, stroke you in places you never imagined, and thrust in you until the only name you scream is mine wrapped with the little nickname you called me just now,"

I blinked, shivered, and possibly felt my pussy clench at his words and the roughness in them. 

My lips part with an image of him doing all those things to me and immediately like a moth to a flame, his eyes fall to my mouth coating his gaze with extra lust. Matching my breath, he brings his teeth between my lower lip and pulls it. I hadn't realized I was biting it until he released me from the torture. 

The fork falls out of my grip and I close my eyes feeling his teeth on my lips. Slowly pulling it out. "Don't bite what's mine to taste, sweetheart." 

My belly squeezes. "Stop saying things-"