Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov

I closed the door of the fridge using my legs and walked over to the countertop. I huffed placing the eggs, butter and milk down on the surface.

“What are we planning on cooking for breakfast?” Blake questions breezing into the kitchen and makes the beeline for the fridge.

He opens it and takes out the orange juice. I try not to linger on his bare upper body. He seemed to only settle to wear his boxers and no shirt. 1

Was he trying to turn me on, on purpose?

“We?” I question with amusement, pulling out the baking soda and flour out of the cupboard then place them beside the eggs. I turn to Blake scowling when he chugged down the orange juice when I noticed that he hadn‘t bothered to pour it into a glass.

“The last time I made you help me you forgot to add salt.” I pointed out. He moves the box away from his mouth, wipes his mouth using the back of his hand and grins at me. “Oh come on baby it still tasted fucking fantastic.” He boasts, placing the orange juice back into the fridge.

I snorted.” Yeah because I added more flavor to it.” I pointed out, walking over to the cupboard to draw out a big bowl. I turn to Blake and point at the draw closer to him.” Could you take a whisk in there for me?”

He raised a brow, smirking.” You’re being extra rude today, where‘s the please?”

tad bit more annoying. It‘s a cute annoying. “Blake, would you please take the whisk in that draw for me please?” I

the whisk. His eyes glinted with playfulness.”Say, thank you my sexy husband and I‘ll give

you serious?” I asked, placing the bowl down on the counter next to the ingredients. I turn my attention back

a sweet smile.”‘Thank you

it, I smirked, “Who’s annoying and too cocky for his own good.”

love my annoying ass and cockiness, why else would you marry me?” He whispers, eyes flashing with mirth. I tilt my head and

the counter top. He spreads my legs and settles between them. His eyes have now gone a shade darker with lust

with one hand. “Well not only that, your body is

I had successfully opened it. Blake pouts at me adorably.” So you

with the flour towards his face.”No you silly, I married you because I so happen to love your annoying and cocky

at his hand that now had flour. I hopped off the counter not liking the look in his eyes. He’d definitely get me back but right now I didn’t want to get dirty. I backed away and froze when he lifts his head. “Oh you’re going to pay for that.” He smirks. “You have no idea what you just started.” He chuckles and reaches for the crate

face. “Blake, you‘re going to clean this all on your own!”

another my way. It splatters on the wooden draw and I cringed dreading the cleanup

I lied, panting. Really that’s the best you could come up with? I really didn‘t want to have to clean off eggs

chuckles. I gulp seeing his feet now before me, just a step away. Shit.