\[Denali’s POV\]
I stare down at the ingredients in front of me. Since Rosco left for work that morning, I was pouring my heart and soul into this dinner. Due to Nadia’s sudden arrival, I didn’t get to cook for him, so I was going to make up for it tonight by planning the perfect evening and then giving him a surprise at the end.
Flushing, I start to imagine what my surprise will be like. Would Rosco be able to keep his hands off of me? Just the thought of him caressing and kissing my skin starts to get me hot and bothered.
“Calm down, Denali." I sigh, realizing that if I continued this, I was going to have to go and pay Rosco a visit at the office. “Tonight.”
Goddess, was I truly such a pervert that I was becoming addicted to sex and pleasure? Rosco was truly creating a monster.
Shaking off my inappropriate thoughts, I busy myself cutting potatoes and carrots while humming. When I finish, I throw everything into a pot filled with water that has begun to boil. After closing the lid, I move on to the rest of the meal.
Before I know it, everything is cooking, and the kitchen is filling with the delicious scent of my famous stew. I could only hope that Rosco would enjoy it, given the fact that he grew up with professional cooks.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t on edge over cooking for him, but I promised myself I would do everything in my power to get over my inferiority complex, and this was a step in that direction. It would take a while for it to go away, but I refused to be that meek woman who just bowed down and let others treat her like she was worthless.
I guess being forced into this marriage was a good thing. It was helping me grow as a person.
Smiling to myself, I head upstairs and begin to rummage through my clothes until I find one of Rosco’s shirts and a lacy black bra and thong set. Once I’ve changed into it, I put my long, dark hair up at the top of my head and make my way back downstairs since Rosco was due home soon and I wanted to be around to greet him.
Heading to the kitchen, I grab an apron and wrap it around myself, then head into the living room just in time to find Rosco coming inside. His face holds signs of annoyance, and he’s grumbling to himself, but the minute he spots me, he softens. This action alone sets my heart on fire because I know that softness is meant for only me.
“Welcome back,” I beam, moving forward and wrapping my arms around him. “How was work?”
“Annoying,” he sighs, leaning down and kissing me. “But just seeing you smile makes the day a thousand times better. You truly should do it more often.”
As he speaks, his arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against him, then lays his head on top of mine.
Sighing, I let myself get lost in the moment until the alarms I set for dinner began to go off in the kitchen.
“Come, dinner’s ready,” I announce, untangling myself and heading into the kitchen. “Take a seat and relax; I’ll get our plates.”
I don’t wait to see if Rosco is going to do what I commanded as I make my way back into the kitchen and begin to pull plates from the cabinet. After filling both with stew, I hand Rosco his as he takes a seat at the table and then plop down across from him so I can impatiently wait to try what I’ve made.
For a moment, he doesn’t move as he examines the food, and I start to wonder if it isn’t palatable, but when he takes a large bite and his eyes flash with shock, I know that all my worry was for nothing. And when he starts to scarf it down, I feel a sense of pride.
“How was it?” I ask once he finishes.
“Delicious,” he grins. “Do you mind if I get seconds?”
“Help yourself,” I urge him. “I made a lot and would hate for it to go to waste, but try to save room for dessert.”
“Dessert?” Rosco repeats, raising a brow. “Does it have anything to do with the way you’re dressed?”
“Maybe,” I respond, feeling my core twitch in anticipation. “But you have to finish with dinner first.”
At my words, Rosco quickly finishes off his second portion of stew. When he finishes, he pushes himself back and motions for me to come to him. It’s the most enticing thing, and before I can even psyche myself out, I’m moving and dropping onto his lap.
“You look good in my shirt, by the way,” he chuckles, beginning to undo the apron around me so he can remove it and throw it to the floor. “But you look a hell of a lot better without it.”
“Do I?” I ask teasingly. “Then why don’t you remove it?”
Growling, Rosco hooks a claw in the neck of the shirt and pulls, ripping it all the way down so that he can pull it open and take in my bra and thong.
“Fuck, princess,” he growls, letting his eyes slowly travel up and down my body. “You’re getting more and more bold.”
“This is nothing,” I giggle, slowly standing. “There’s one more part to this.
Suddenly feeling more confident, I make my way to the fridge while Rosco keeps his gaze locked on my ass. Smirking, I seductively bend over to grab the whip cream I bought just for this. However, before I can stand, Rosco is there, grabbing my hips and pulling me against him so I can feel the bulge that has already formed in his pants.
“You’re playing with fire,” he husks, reaching around and grabbing my breast so he can pull me up against him. “You do know that, right?”
“Of course,” I breathe, lifting the whip cream to show him. “That’s why I bought this.”
“Mmmm, so you’re my dessert?” He asks, nipping at my neck.
“Something like that.”
Slowly, I untangle myself from Rosco’s grasp and turn to take in his eyes and face, which are filled with a predatory hunger that is aimed at me.
“But shouldn’t these go first?” I ask, nodding toward my underwear. “They’re in the way of your dessert.”
“You don’t have to ask twice, princess,” Rosco snarls, reaching around and undoing my bra first. “The minute I removed your shirt, I’ve wanted to rip these flimsy things off.”
A shiver of anticipation rushes through me as he pulls off my bra, throws it on the ground, and then hooks his fingers in my thong so that he can pull them down. Once they’re out of the way, he lifts me onto the counter and positions himself between my thighs so that his bulge presses against my exposed core.
“Now, show me where you want me to lick.”
Nodding, I position the whip cream above my breast and then begin to cover it, then repeat the process with the other. After they’re covered, I start to trail it down my stomach and stop just above my pussy.
Leaning back, I watch as Rosco examines me and licks his lips. A low rumble of excitement escapes him, and then he is dipping his lead so that he can begin to slowly clean away the cream on my breast.
Sighing, I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the feel of his tongue and his lips running along my skin, leaving pleasant tingles of delight everywhere they touch. When his mouth finally finds my nipple and takes it, a loud moan escapes me.
The world around me disappears as Rosco’s attack continues, and when he finally finishes with my breasts and begins to move down my stomach, and finally my pussy, I open my legs wide, ignoring the slight embarrassment from it.
“Dammit, woman,” Rosco huffs, kneeling in front of me and pushing his fingers into me. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”
“I don’t,” I respond. “But I know how sexy you look between my thighs.” I was being bold, but he brought this side out of me. "However, you look even sexier buried in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he growls, moving forward and giving me what I want. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me until I can’t think straight,” I moan. “And until I can’t stand.”