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?”

like his old self again, just a tad bit more annoying. It‘s a cute annoying. “Blake, would you please take the whisk in that draw for me please?” I fluttered my lashes for extra

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

down on the counter next to the ingredients. I turn my attention back to him and he raises his brow.

smile.”‘Thank you my overly

it, I smirked, “Who’s annoying and

with mirth. I tilt my head and run a singer down his bare

waist and in a swift move places me on the counter top. He spreads my legs and settles between them. His eyes have

cock?” He asked, amused. I giggled, secretly bringing my hands to the bag of flour that I could easily open with one hand. “Well not only

pouts at me adorably.” So you only married me for

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

his hand away and looked down 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

ducking out of the way when an egg flew towards my face. “Blake, you‘re going to clean this all on your own!”

get you first!” He laughs, sending another my way. It splatters on the wooden draw and I

that’s the best you could come up with? I really didn‘t want to have

He chuckles. I gulp seeing his