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?”

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

asked. He walks over to me, handing the whisk. His eyes glinted with playfulness.”Say, thank you my sexy husband and I‘ll give it to

bowl down on the counter next to the ingredients. I turn my attention back to

on a sweet smile.”‘Thank you my overly sexy,

the whisk. When my fingers finally got a hold of it, I smirked, “Who’s annoying and too cocky for his own good.” I stuck out my

ass and cockiness, why else would you marry me?” He whispers, eyes flashing with mirth. I tilt my head and run a singer down his bare chest

groans, gripping my waist and in a swift move places me on the counter top. He spreads my

asked, amused. I giggled, secretly bringing my hands to the bag of flour that I could easily open with one hand. “Well not only that, your body is hot to and don’t get me started on your fingers, especially when you fuck me with them.” I licked my lips

dipped my hand into the flour after I had successfully opened it. Blake pouts at me adorably.” So you only married

because I so happen to

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

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

but let me get you first!” He laughs, sending another my way. It splatters on

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

to lie. You suck.” He chuckles. I gulp seeing his feet now before me, just a