The kitchen of Lila’s cozy, modern apartment was bathed in the golden glow of early morning sunlight, streaming through the wide window over the sink. The air was thick with the scent of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee, a domestic scene that belied the electric undercurrent simmering beneath it. Lila stood at the counter, a whisk in hand, beating eggs in a ceramic bowl with a practiced rhythm. Her apron was tied snug around her waist, the fabric pulling taut over her curves, accentuating every dip and swell as she moved. A smirk played on her lips as she hummed a sultry little tune, fully aware of the storm about to walk through the door.
The faint sound of bare feet padding across the hardwood floor reached her ears, but she didn’t turn. Oh, she knew exactly who it was and what was coming. She could practically feel the heat of his gaze before he even stepped into the room. Let him stew for a second, she thought, her smirk widening.
Jace appeared in the doorway, shirtless, his hair a tousled mess of dark waves that somehow looked deliberate. His lean, muscled frame leaned casually against the frame, but there was nothing casual about the predatory grin spreading across his face as he drank in the sight of her. His eyes roved over her like she was the breakfast he intended to devour, and not the eggs in the bowl.
Lila didn’t bother to look at him, though every nerve in her body was hyper-aware of his presence. Instead, she tossed a barb over her shoulder, her voice dripping with playful disdain. “Don’t just stand there gawking, you lazy oaf. Either help or get out of my kitchen. I’m not running a zoo.”
Jace let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the room as he ignored her words entirely. He pushed off the doorway with a lazy swagger, closing the distance between them in a few long strides. Before she could toss another quip, his hands were on her hips, his body pressing against hers from behind, the heat of his bare skin searing through the thin fabric of her apron and skirt.
“Morning, sunshine,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear as his fingers deftly lifted the hem of her apron and skirt, brushing against the smooth skin of her thighs.
Lila let out an exaggerated gasp, her tone laced with mock horror. “Oh, no foreplay? You barbarian! What kind of animal just dives right in?”
He didn’t bother with a response, at least not in words. Instead, he entered her swiftly, no hesitation, the suddenness of it making her grip the edge of the counter, her knuckles whitening. But her lips curled into a hidden smirk, even as her breath hitched. She wasn’t about to let him think he had the upper hand.
“Really, Jace?” she snapped, her voice dripping with faux irritation as she steadied herself against his rhythm. “I’m trying to make us food, you horny beast! Some of us have priorities beyond getting off at the crack of dawn.”
Jace’s response was a low growl, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust harder, the force of it making the counter shake. “You love it, don’t act like you don’t, princess. I can feel how much you’re into this.”
She rolled her eyes dramatically, even as her body betrayed her, pushing back against him with equal fervor. Her tone was sharp, cutting through the haze of lust with biting wit. “Keep dreaming, caveman. I’m just too nice to kick you out. Consider this charity work.”
Their rhythm intensified, the sound of their bodies colliding blending with the sizzle of bacon on the stove, creating a chaotic, primal symphony. The air was thick with heat, both from the cooking and the raw energy between them. Jace delivered a sharp slap to her backside, the sting making her yelp before her voice morphed into a taunt.
“Is that all you’ve got, big guy? Pathetic. I’ve had spicier encounters with my vibrator.”
His grip tightened, a grunt escaping him as he finished inside her, holding her in place with a possessive edge. Lila let out a theatrical sigh, straightening up as if nothing had happened, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Wow, done already? I’m shocked. Truly. I expected at least a little stamina.”
Jace’s eyes darkened, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips as he caught his breath. He wasn’t about to let her have the last word. Without giving her a moment to recover, he spun her around, his hands firm on her shoulders as he pushed her down to her knees. She looked up at him with a glare that could’ve melted steel, but the mischief dancing in her eyes told a different story.
“Oh, you’re not done being a nuisance, are you?” she drawled, her voice thick with sarcasm even as her hands rested on his thighs. “What’s next, you gonna demand I call you ‘master’ too? Keep dreaming, pal.”
He guided himself into her mouth, going deep with a confidence that made her feign reluctance for all of two seconds before her lips curled around him. Her eyes flashed with that same mischievous glint as she took control in her own way, setting the pace, making him groan despite himself. When he finished again, they were both breathless, the scent of breakfast mingling with the raw, heady aftermath of their encounter.
Lila wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, standing up with a grace that belied the last few minutes. She adjusted her apron, smoothing it down as if nothing had happened, and shot him a pointed look. “Well, that was a charming interruption. Now, if you’re done acting like a rabid dog, maybe you can flip the bacon before it burns. Or are you too spent to lift a spatula?”
Jace laughed, a deep, satisfied sound as he leaned against the counter, still catching his breath. “You’re a real piece of work, Lila. Most women would be begging for round three by now.”
She snorted, turning back to her eggs with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Most women don’t have standards. Now move, or I’ll make you wear this apron—and trust me, pink isn’t your color.”
As she resumed her cooking, the tension between them lingered, a delicious undercurrent to the mundane act of breakfast prep. The sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over the scene, but there was no mistaking the fire still smoldering between them. This was just the start of their morning—and knowing Lila, she’d make sure she had the upper hand by the end of it.
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