Chapter 193: BROOKIE AND THE BEAST

SHAWN’S POV

I’m jittery and literally shaking right now.

My hands won’t stop shaking as I tie the apron strings behind my back.

I don't even know what possessed me to actually see this through.

I saw it once in a movie and like a possessed person, I'm actually recreating it.

The fabric of the apron is soft and black and most importantly, ridiculously short.

I don't think its creators made it with the purpose of baking.

And most importantly, underneath it, I'm completely naked.

The air in the kitchen suddenly feels cooler against my skin, making me really aware of every inch of exposed flesh.

I’ve been planning this for days and now it's today!

Noah gave me something precious in that kitchen in my bakery a week ago, he actually made me take him and ever once then, I've felt… indebted.

We may be the same height, but you'd never know because of how much broader and bigger he is compared to my lean build –what were they feeding billionaires?

So I can imagine people's shock if they ever found out that for our first time, I was actually the one that topped.

I want to reciprocate, I want to give him the same gift he gave me so that's why I came up with this.

So here I am, wearing nothing but an apron, baking his favorite dessert: chocolate chip brookie.

He came back from his run and just hit the showers so it's even better when he comes out.

I know Noah has the nose of a bloodhound when it comes to sweets so with the villa smelling like butter and melted chocolate, he’ll follow the scent straight to me.

My heart is racing.

I’m nervous, I'm excited and I'm actually a little bit terrified.

What if he doesn’t want it? What if I’m not good enough? What if–

The timer dings, waking me from my thoughts as I pull it out of the oven, golden and gooey the way he likes it with the chocolate chips still bubbling.

Perfect.

I set it on the counter to cool and wait as the scent grows stronger.

I don't have to wait long at all when I hear footsteps.

Heavy but a bit silent, coming from the hallway.

Noah adjusted the way he walks because I complained he's like a ninja and it scares me so now he's still silent but he makes some noise when walking so he doesn't scare me.

Noah appears in the doorway with a satisfied smile when he stops dead and looks ate in shock.

His eyes widen and like something from a comic, I see it darken as he locks onto me like a predator spotting prey.

“Woah,” he breathes out in disbelief.

I’m standing there in nothing but the apron with my back to him, ass on full display as I pretend to check the brookie that doesn't need checking.

I know exactly what he’s seeing– the curve of my cheeks and the dimples at the base of my spine.

I glance over my shoulder, trying to look and sound innocent.

“Hi,” I say with a voice a little breathless when I see his eyes. “You’re home early.”

Noah doesn’t answer with words, he stalks toward me slowly as his eyes are practically burning on my skin.

All of my previous doubts evaporated into thin air when I saw him looking at me like that.

I turn to face him fully with my face red even though I'm pretending to be calm.

He stops right in front of me and he's so close that I can feel the heat radiating off from his body.

His eyes drop to my bare legs, the apron, then back to my face.

“You’re wearing nothing but that,” he says with a hoarse voice.

I bite my lip. “Surprise?”

He makes a sound that sounds like a half groan and a half growl, then crowds me against the counter.

His hands slide under the apron, gripping my bare ass and squeezing hard causing me to gasp.

“Good morning, wife,” he murmurs against my ear.

I shiver.

“Good morning,” I managed to croak out.

He nips at my earlobe. “You’re baking my favorite.”

“I am.”

His cock is already hard against my thigh and pressing insistently through his sweatpants.

I smile a little nervous and giddy. “It’s cooling down. Should be ready in a few minutes.”

Noah nods once.

Then he reaches behind me quickly and snatches the still-hot brookie off the counter before shoving it into the microwave.

He presses the button that keeps it at temperature indefinitely before smiling at me.

I blink. “Noah! It’s hot!– you’ll burn yourself–”

He doesn’t let me finish and in one smooth motion, he grabs me by my thighs and throws me over his shoulders like I'm pure air.

I yelp.

“Noah–!”

He’s already stalking toward the bedroom as the already short apron rides up completely, leaving my ass exposed to the elements.

The element being Noah as his hand comes down in a firm smack on one cheek.

I gasp at first and then let out a little moan when he does the same for the other cheek.

By the time he kicks the bedroom door open and drops me in his bed, I'm already hard and leaking.

He strips off his shirt in one motion as his eyes are now feral and his voice commanding.

“On your back,” he growls.

I obey instantly as he crawls over me and kisses me deeply and filthy with his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth.

His hands are everywhere on me from my nipples to my cock making me groan and moan in his mouth until I'm whimpering.

He breaks the kiss, giving me time to breathe only to grab the lube from the nightstand.

He slicks himself quickly, then pushes my legs up and apart and smiles when he sees I'm already prepped.

I’m trembling with anticipation when I stop him from doing any other thing as I guide him to line himself up right in front of my slicked hole.

“Can I put it in?” he asks with his voice dark and hungry even though his eyes are looking straight into mine.

I nod frantically.

“Please.”

He pushes in me slow and steady as I gasp at the stretch and then the fullness of him in me, the perfect burn.

He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt and when I nod, he starts to move.

He's slow at first.

He's in me really deep and slowly hitting a spot that makes me stars.

But Noah’s stamina is brutal.

He spent almost a decade in the military so I've forgotten how his body is a machine.

He fucks me for hours.

Slow and sweet turns into filthy and relentless.

We can't have babies but if I could, I'm sure I would already be pregnant from this.

He flips me onto my stomach, then onto my side, then makes me ride him while he's on his back.

He makes me come twice before he even lets himself finish the first time.

By the time the clock hits 2pm, I’m a wreck of myself. I'm covered in sweat, cum, and bite marks all over with my voice hoarse from screaming his name.

I pass out with his cock still buried inside me thinking of never trying to entice him ever again.

The last thing I hear is his soft, satisfied and annoying chuckle against my neck.