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?”

just a tad bit more annoying. It’s a cute annoying. “Blake, would

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

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

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

handing me the whisk. When my fingers finally got a hold of it, I smirked, “Who’s annoying and too cocky for

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

and in a swift move places me on the counter top. He spreads my legs and settles between them. His eyes have now gone a shade darker with lust evident

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

had successfully opened it. Blake pouts at me adorably.” So you only married me for my body?” His tone was laced with hurt and disappointment

hand with the flour towards his face.”No you silly, I married you because I so happen to

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

face. “Blake, you’re going

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

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

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