Unexpected Love

Chapter 10 - Greyson

I did not like having my hands dirty.

Remnants of what we made were stuck to my hands; it was sticky, and everywhere, even as I continued to wash my hands under the warm water it was difficult getting the bits still stuck in between the corners of my fingers. Bailey won't even let me lick my hands clean.

"It's unsanitary." She said.

She was chuckling behind me as I scrubbed my hands clean. The butter residue was making them feel uncomfortable and slippery. I never thought baking would be so...messy.

We started off with complete organization, Bailey had set up the kitchen in a clean and efficient way. The liquid ingredients were on one side and the dry ingredients are on the other.

It was tidy and clean until we actually started the baking part.

Riley's kitchen wasn't massive but it wasn't small either. Bailey and I fit together just fine. It was bright, lit with white lights above us. The black gradient counters were covered with measuring cups and ingredients that Bailey had set up. The white cabinets were opening and closing as Bailey rushed to put away the things she didn't need anymore.

Bailey was showing me how you start the recipes for chocolate chip cookies. Cookies that had the kitchen in absolute chaos. She had me pour the two cups of flour we needed into the large silver bowl not before she showed me how to measure correctly. Using the blue spatula to cut off any extra flour that was sticking out of the silver measurement cup.

After, she made me pour the sugar.

We needed so much sugar.

So much.

Now I understood why Ashton hated it so much. Baking and eating sweets were in there own categories.

The amount of fucking sugar that we put in the bowl made me feel like I was going to get diabetes just by looking at it myself. We watch as the mixer circles around the bowl and mixes the ingredients together until it becomes a pile of dough with bits of chocolate chips around it. Once it finishes, Bailey turns off the machine and sets it down on the counter in front of me. She grabs a long pan from the bottom cabinet beside the oven. Placing in front of me she turns around again.

Leaving me to stare at her ass for the millionth time today. I couldn't not watch her. She was in front of me consistently bending over and turning around. Rubbing her ass on my dick on accident, as she claimed, but when she rubbed up on it the third time and turned with a smirk. I knew that time wasn't an accident.

She had her pink apron on, it sat tight against her waist. The action made her hips prominent against her shirt. Her ass was thick enough for my hands to squeeze. Every time she passes me in the kitchen it's all I can think about. All I fantasize about was grabbing her by the neck and watching as the red flush creeps onto her olive skin.

I wanted my hands tangled in her long chocolate brown hair, and to taste those pink lips that tease me with every word that comes out of them.

If my willpower wasn't as strong I would have taken her right here on the kitchen counter, surrounded by everything she loves.

The willpower I had last night was unarguably difficult to hold together. Especially when lust was evident in her ocean eyes and the fact that she kept talking about her tits that were practically giving me a show from that sorry excuse of a white shirt. When she suggested I lick frosting off of her perky tits. I had to hold myself from doing it right then and there as soon as she suggested it. I wasn't expecting those words to come out of her.

I also wasn't complaining.

I liked this side of Bailey. Her soft comebacks and the banter we had was something I started to look forward to. I was looking forward to the mischievous gleams in her eyes when was about to say something dirty, or the way she batted her eyes innocently afterward.