“Like what you see, miss?” I teased.

  “Oh, yeah.” Blakely knelt down between my knees.

  With playfully slow fingers, she pulled my underwear down my legs, and she couldn’t hide the way her eyes went wide when she got her first look at my cock.

  A fierce flush of desire crawled up her neck and across her cheeks as she stared at my dick for another three long seconds. Then she seemed to snap out of her trance and yanked her dress off over her head.

  “Fuck,” I let the word escape my lips in a breath, as I leaned back on the couch and took in the sight of her in her matched bra and panties.

  They were black, with tiny lace along the edges and a little bow right between her tits.

  Before I could compliment her incredible body, she leaned down again.

  Her lips were hot as she wrapped them around the head of my cock, and each stroke of her tongue was the most exquisite torture.

  “Fuuuck, you’re good at that,” I groaned.

  Blakely’s blue eyes were on fire as she locked them with mine, and there was a hint of pride in their depths as she slowly sucked more and more of my length down her throat.

  “Christ!” I hissed as I felt her throat attempt to swallow around my shaft.

  With every stroke of her tongue, she pushed me closer to the edge of the abyss, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

  “I wanna fuck you now,” I said as I laced my fingers into the silky locks of her blonde hair.

  Blakely’s eyes rolled back in her head a little as she pulled her hot mouth away from my shaft.

  “Would you like that?” I asked.

  “Mmmm,” Blakely hummed. “Yes, please.”

  She gave the swollen head of my cock a little kiss before she moved back and stood there in her matching underwear.

  I stood up from the couch, scooped her up in my arms again, and laid her back down on the couch. For a moment, I just stared at her luscious form, but it wasn’t long before the surge of desire rose in my throat and took control over my brain.

  Before I could think about it too hard, I grabbed the narrow waistband of her panties and ripped them away from her body.

  “Oh!” Blakely gasped and giggled.

  “What is it?” I asked in a low voice.

  “I liked those,” she said with a playful pout as she unhooked her bra and let it sag open in the front to reveal her breasts to me.

  “Fuck…” The word escaped my lips as my eyes roamed over the perfect dusky-pink tips of her nipples.

  I didn’t know if it was from the cool air of the apartment or the way my eyes caressed them, but Blakely’s nipples tightened into little diamonds.

  Blakely held out her arms and beckoned me forward, and I hungrily lowered myself back into the valley of her thighs.

  I sought out her nipple with my mouth as I adjusted my position and found the slick heat of her entrance with the tip of my dick.

  “Roman, pleeeaaase,” Blakely almost whined.

  “Well,” I chuckled. “Since you asked so nicely…”

  In a heartbeat, I thrust into her waiting pussy in one long motion. She was dripping with desire, and I slid in easily.

  “Fuuuuuuck!” Blakely cried, and she squirmed underneath me for a moment.

  I pushed in to the hilt and paused to let her adjust to the size of me, and I flicked my tongue over her nipples.

  “You’re so fucking big,” Blakely murmured as her body relaxed.

  A growl of pure animalistic pride ripped from my throat, and I started to thrust inside her welcoming tunnel.

  I set a steady and deep rhythm, and Blakely arched her back to meet each one of my thrusts.

  The room filled with our moans, sighs, and the sound of skin slapping against skin as I started fucking her a little faster.

  “Yes!” Blakely mewled. “More! Roman, fuck me harder!”

  “Holy hell,” I muttered under my breath.

  But if she wanted a good fucking, who was I to deny her?

  My hips kicked forward with her thrust, and her breasts bounced erotically with every movement.

  The golden coil of pleasure in the base of my spine tightened with every stroke and sensation, and it nearly snapped when Blakely grabbed me by the back of my neck and dragged me down for another searing kiss.

  I clung to my self-control, but Blakely didn’t seem to have as much willpower as me because it wasn’t long before her entire body started trembling again.

  “Yes! Yeeessss,” Blakely moaned. “You’re gonna make me cuuuum!”

  “Yes, cum for me,” I ordered before I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth again.

  Then, to really push her over the edge, I wedged a hand between us and found her clit with my fingers.

  The added stimulation combined with my powerful thrusts and the heat of my mouth was her undoing.

  “Fuuuuuuuuck,” Blakely groaned as she sailed off the cliff into ecstasy.

  Her pussy trembled and clutched at my cock so deliciously that I was lost.

  My self-control shattered like glass, and pleasure crashed through my veins like a tsunami. A million sparks of rainbow-colored light flashed behind my eyes as the bliss consumed my every thought, and I pumped Blakely full of my seed.

  I coaxed the both of us through the endless waves of pleasure until, finally, our bodies started to return to a more regulated state. As gently as possible, I pulled myself from her sated body, and we curled up together.

  She shuffled closer to me and rested her head on my chest.

  “Brings a new meaning to bearskin rug,” I said.

  She lightly slapped me on the arm and smiled. After a while of doing nothing but laying there in each other’s arms, Blakely got up, and I followed her to the kitchen. We were both still completely naked.

  The kitchen wasn’t anywhere near as grand as The Boss’ kitchen was, but it was impressive, nonetheless. I wondered if Sophia had a Gucci citrus zester, too.

  “Let’s see what’s in here.” I opened the fridge, and the sight was enough to make me gasp.

  “What is it?” Blakely asked.

  “It’s full of microwave meals and whipped cream.” I cried. “This is a chef’s cardinal sin. I can’t look.”

  I closed the fridge and opened the cupboards with hopes it would be better. What greeted me was so much candy, I thought I might get diabetes just by looking at it.

  “It’s like a unicorn threw up in here,” I said.

  “Nice to see some people never change,” Blakely said. “Sophia can’t cook for shit and has the palate of a nine-year-old.”

  “Does she eat like this every day?” I asked. “She’s getting like two nutrients at most.”

  “Every day she’s living alone,” Blakely said. “Unless she goes to her dad’s place for a visit, then she isn’t getting a fresh meal.”

  “I can’t even think of anything good to make out of all of this stuff,” I admitted. “Unless you want a deconstructed microwave burger, deconstructed meaning I rip it up and throw it out the window, then I’m afraid we might have to order something.”

  “I actually know a really good pizza place nearby.” Blakely took out her phone and dialed the number. “Sophia and I always get it delivered when I sleep over.”

  While she placed the order, I browsed the apartment out of curiosity, along with the desire to triple-check for cameras. Thankfully, I didn’t find any cameras, but I found a plethora of pictures hanging on every single wall.

  There were pictures of Sophia and Blakely, some of just Blakely, some with Sophia and her dad, and some with another woman I didn’t know, who I assumed must’ve been her mother.

  I joined Blakely back in the kitchen and walked in to find her piercing the film on a microwave dinner of carbonara with a fork.

  “Did the pizza place tell you to fuck off?” I asked.

  “Nope, the pizza should be here soon.” She put the tray in the microwave and put the machine on a five-minute timer. “But I had an idea.”

  “An idea to poison me with that shit and frame Sophia for my murder?” I asked.

  “Close.” She passed me a fork and then ate a marshmallow from one of the cupboards. “I’ve seen how much you know about good food, but let’s see how much you know about bad food.”

  “I know it’s not worth putting in my mouth,” I said, and she threw a marshmallow at me.

  “You just need to try one bite, and then say exactly what you think is wrong with the food,” she said. “It’ll be fun.”

  “Fine, but only because it might help me with the competition,” I said. “What have we got on the menu?”

  Blakely pulled two more microwave meals from the fridge.

  “Our chef this evening has put together a delicious tasting menu of…” She read the packaging. “Mac and cheese, chicken tikka masala, and expired chicken pot pie.”

  “Expired chicken? That’s my favorite.”

  She threw another marshmallow at me, and I caught it in my mouth.

  “These are stale, how does Sophia survive on her own?” I asked.

  “How does Quinn?” Blakely countered.

  “Touché.” I poured myself a glass of water and prepared myself mentally to eat the microwave meals.

  The microwave dinged, and Blakely took out the carbonara. An unnatural amount of steam rose off of it as Blakely tore off the plastic film.

  She put the mac and cheese in the microwave to heat up while we tried the first course of the night’s five-star tasting menu. I was only allowed one bite to decide what was wrong with the food, but one bite was all I needed.

  “It’s full of cream and fake parmesan,” I said. “This isn’t even a carbonara. The spaghetti is so soggy, it’s practically a liquid, and the pieces of meat are so heavily processed I can’t tell what animal they came from.”

  I could feel the spirits of every Italian everywhere crying themselves to sleep.

  “It can’t be that bad.” Blakely twirled her fork in the spaghetti slop and put some in her mouth. Her face instantly dropped. “Okay, yeah, it’s that bad.”

  Next up was the mac and cheese. Blakely and I drank some water to cleanse our palates and dug in.

  “It tastes exactly the same as the carbonara,” I said. “If your carbonara and mac and cheese taste the same, then you know you fucked up somewhere.”

  “Or fucked up everywhere,” Blakely said. “Next.”

  The chicken tikka masala was the best but still far from being something I would choose to eat for anything other than educational purposes.

  “It’s cold in some parts and scorching in others,” Blakely said.

  “And the chicken is somehow chalky,” I said. “It’s so unlike chicken, I’m almost impressed.”

  “Maybe we should skip the expired chicken pot pie course,” she said.

  “I think my doctor would appreciate that,” I said.

  We didn’t throw away the cooked microwave meals and instead wrapped them in foil for Sophia to reheat if she wanted. I told Blakely it probably wasn’t a good idea for someone to eat food that’s been microwaved twice, but she assured me Sophia wouldn’t give a shit.

  “Wait, if her dad is The Boss then why does she eat microwaved food?” I asked. “Couldn’t she afford to go out to restaurants every day?”

  “Being out in public means her dad’s henchmen following her and watching from the next table over,” Blakely said. “Inside means privacy.”

  I drank the rest of my water, but the taste of the microwave food wouldn’t unstick itself from the inside of my mouth.

  “I think I need to eat some of that candy to get this taste out,” I said.

  Blakely ran to the fridge and pulled out one of the cans of whipped cream.

  “Time for dessert,” she chirped and stepped toward me. “Open wide.”

  I let her squirt a dollop of whipped cream onto my tongue, and I returned the favor by squirting some onto hers.

  “Dessert is definitely the best course of this tasting menu,” I said and squirted a little more cream into my mouth. “Pizza from a good place is going to taste extra amazing after all that.”

  “Still better than that melted cheesecake you gave me earlier.” She smirked at me. “Didn’t taste like a pocket.”

  “Hey, I said it was better fresh.” I squirted a dollop of cream on her nose and slurped it up in a kiss. “And I was going to say pocket cheesecake beats nose whipped cream, but now that I’ve experimented, I know it isn’t true at all.”

  “Oh, you’ve asked for it now,” she said and grabbed the can of whipped cream from my hands. “You’d better fucking run.”

  “Shit!” I laughed.

  I ran to the other side of the kitchen island and matched Blakely as she tried to chase me with the whipped cream. We went around like that Scooby-Doo-chase-scene-style until I made a run for the door and legged it into the living room.

  I dodged her when she tried to squirt the whipped cream on my chin, and again when she tried to get my nose. I humored her by pretending that I was out of breath dodging her attempts until she lost control and started to laugh.

  When I spotted my chance, I snatched the can of whipped cream from her hands and swooped her up into my arms again.

  We’d been laughing so hard and having so much fun, we didn’t hear the knock on the door until it was more of a slamming of a fist on the panel.

  “Did you guys order a pizza?” an anxious voice called from outside the apartment. “It’s gonna get cold, and that’s not my fault if you don’t open the door!”

  “Shit,” Blakely laughed. “Do you think he heard us?”

  “I think Texas heard us,” I said.

  She scowled at me, but I could see the smile trying to push through.

  “Hello?” The pizza guy called.

  “Coming!” I called back to him as I pulled my clothes back on and went to the door.

  “Sorry bro, I didn’t hear you knock the first time,” I said and took the pizza from him.

  “It’s okay.” He shrugged like he didn’t care what our reasons were.

  I gave him the money and brought it to the living room.

  Blakely sauntered over to join me on the couch, and she didn’t even bother putting her clothes back on before she sat down.

  “Movie while we eat?” she asked as she grabbed the remote.

  “As long as you don’t put that dress back on,” I said and sat down next to her.

  “Deal,” she agreed.

  We ate the pizza, watched the first half of the movie, had sex, watched the second half of the movie, had sex a third time, and then fell asleep on the couch.

  The whole night was like a dream, and I slept better than I had in weeks. When we woke up to the sun shining through the window, it felt like I’d woken up in an alternate reality where I had a nice apartment and no stress on my mind.

  “Good morning.” Blakely kissed me. “I hope you slept well.”

  “Better than I thought I could sleep,” I said.

  We had cold slices of leftover pizza for breakfast and then got a taxi out of Kensington. We pulled up to where Blakely wanted to be dropped off first, and it pained me to watch her walk away knowing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her tight dress.

  She looked over her shoulder and winked at me before she got too far away.

  The taxi started to drive again, and just as we stopped at the next traffic light, I received a text. I checked my phone and saw it was from Blakely. It read “You better have a slice of fresh cheesecake ready for next time.”

  I smiled and texted back that she’d have to give me something in return, to which she replied, “I have a few things in mind.”

  I got out of the taxi outside Quinn’s apartment and climbed the stairs with vigor. Quinn wasn’t usually up so early, so his voice was a shock to the system as I came inside.

  “Well, well, well,” he said from the kitchen. “Look what the bear dragged in.”

  “Miss me?” I took my boots off by the door.

  “I thought you didn’t think anything was going to happen,” he smirked as he shoveled leftovers from the dinner party into his mouth directly from the fridge.

  “Someone’s jealous,” I said. “But it’s okay, I’m sure Hellena would come over in nothing but a silk robe for you before you could say werecougar.”

  I joined Quinn in the kitchen and got to work practicing for the competition again. Tomorrow was the day that would change my life forever, and I wasn’t going to leave its outcome up to fate.

  “Don’t say her name too loud,” he said. “She’s like Lord Voldemort, she’ll appear at the door.”

  We waited for a knock at the door, but nothing happened.

  “So where did you go?” he asked. “You didn’t risk going into her territory for the sake of a fuck, did you?”

  “No, I did not,” I said. “We actually went to her friend’s apartment while she was away visiting her father… her father, The Boss.”

  “You fucked in The Boss’ daughter’s apartment?” His eyes almost burst from his head.

  “Yep, and he has no clue,” I said.

  “That’s such a fucking power move dude.” He almost choked on the food from his excitement. “You literally… claimed his territory.”

  “Don’t phrase it like that.” I cut up a potato into little cubes and added them to an ice bath to wash off any starch.

  “Do you have any plans to meet again?” Quinn asked.

  “Nothing set in stone,” I said. “We’ll probably meet up again after the competition, either to revel in my freedom or cry at my demise.”

  “Don’t say that dude,” he said. “You’re going to win, I know you are.”

  “I know I’m good,” I said. “But every other contestant will be as well.”

  “I was going to order tacos yesterday,” he said. “But I didn’t because I knew they wouldn’t live up to anything you could make. You’ve got this, trust me.”

  “Thanks, bro, I appreciate it.” I dried the potatoes and put them to the side while I heated up some peanut oil in a large pot.

  “What are you making?” Quinn asked.

  “No idea,” I said. “Sometimes I just kind of let my hands move and see what I end up with.”

  “You’re like Willy Wonka but for every food and not just chocolate,” he said.

 

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