My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Ashley’s pov

“Did you add salt in the pasta?” I asked Blake as I grated the cheese.

He turns around, eyes wide.

“Was I supposed to?” He winces.

I halted my actions and pointed the half grated cheese at him.” This is why I never let you in the kitchen.” I huffed and went back to grating the cheese.

“So should I still add it?” He asked uncertainly.

I lift my gaze from the grated cheese to him. I raise a brow. “Yes Blake you need to add salt.” I giggled at his perplexed face.

He snorted and turned around to focus on his task which was to mix the tomato sauce in the pasta. “I knew that.”

“Sure you did.” I said dryly and rolled my eyes.

A soft smile stretched on my lips. He wasn’t the same Blake yet he still acted the same. It didn’t make sense but I would rather have it this way than not having it at all.

I moved the grater off the freshly grated cheese and placed it on the counter. I strutted over to Blake who was busy stirring the pasta in the pan. I clutched the glass plate that was piled with the shredded cheese.

I bite my lip. The white shirt he wore showed off his toned back. It always reminded me of the day he fucked me inside the dressing room at one of the lingerie stores.

There was a lengthy mirror that showed his back while he thrusted into me like his life had depended on it. It was sexy and every time I thought about it! would instantly get turned on.

He turns around to face me as if sensing my gaze on him. My eyes widen and I felt the familiar feeling of heat in my cheeks. He smirks as though he knew what I was thinking.

“Came just in time, I think it’s ready for the cheese to be added.” He says. I tear my eyes away from him and clear my tit awkwardly as I near him.

When I am beside the pan I quickly dump the cheese inside. Blake’s quick to start stirring. I hum. It smells delicious. “I love how wet and creamy it looks. I’m certain it taste fucking great.” Blake murmurs.

Somehow I knew he was not referring to the pasta. He removes the spoon from the pan and turns to face me. I do the same, my heart pounding as he stares at me. It’s hard to read his emotions. He kept them hidden skillfully.

Slowly he trails a finger down the wooden spoon and collects some of the creamy sauce. His eyes twinkle as he peers down at me with a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It’s only right if you’re the one who tastes it first. You’re the chef afterall, I’m just your helper.” He says mischievously.

My breath catches in my throat when he pushes the finger coated with the sauce towards my lips. I peer up at him, trying to read his emotions.

Was he playing with me? Was he playing with my emotions? Well two can play at this game.

I looked at him beneath my lashes innocently, just the way it turned him on. I parted my lips, lift my hands to clutch his hand and drew his finger into my

mouth.

I leave my eyes on his now darkened gaze as I swirl my tongue around his finger. I imagine doing this to his cock, the way I always did. He watches my lips around his finger intently, not once blinking.

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Chapter 203

I sucked his finger lightly and a hoarse groan left his mouth. Seeing that I teased him enough I pull away and drop my hands.

I smiled at him. “You were right, it taste really good. But I think we need to add some chili powder to spicen it up.”

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He looked dumbstruck as he peered down at me. His lips were parted and I could clearly see his pulse racing on his neck. He gulps and my eyes follow

that action.

A loud beep followed by the smell of burnt cake has us both moving out of the trance. My eyes widen as I quickly turned around. Smoke was coming out

of the oven.

“Shit.” I cursed rushing over. I quickly turned it off then swiftly opened it. I coughed as I fanned away the smoke.

“Guess we’ll be having burnt cake?” Blake chuckles awkwardly.I turnt to face him and glared. If he hadn’t distracted me this wouldn’t have happened.

“The cake taste really good Ashley!” Reagan complimented me.

I lift my eyes from the plate and I raised a brow. She sat across from me, her blue eyes twinkling with mirth.“Now don’t lie to me Reagan.We both know the cake tastes like crap.” I managed to laugh.

She shrugged.” It’s the thought that counts. But it does taste good if you can get your mind off the burnt taste.”

My bottom lip worked into a small pout. “Now you’re just being mean.” My eyes drop down to stare at my burnt cake. I poked it with the fork. Even the fork couldn’t pierce it easily.

Everyone burst into fits of laughter. “Oh come on guys take it easy on Ashley. Besides I am to be blamed too.”

Ryn’s eyes snap towards her son, her eyes portraying what she felt. Intrigue. “Really? You both are getting along just great.” The way she worded it out made it seem as if she was teasing us. She probably was.

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