Just the Tip (DTF (Dirty. Tough. Female) Book 4) by Kat Addams

Author:Kat Addams [Addams, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: New Adult
Publisher: Kat Addams
Published: 2020-08-17T23:00:00+00:00

SEVEN

Layla

Having Aiden stay at my house felt amazing. I had never asked a man to stay overnight before. If I planned on bumping uglies with someone, it was either at his place or no place. I knew if a man came here, I’d want to do the housewife thing, and I’d quickly become attached, which was precisely what I did with Aiden.

When he woke up, I’d already made breakfast. I knew the way to a man’s heart was through his dick and his stomach.

I liked being Little Layla Homemaker. I wanted to make my man feel special.

I had all sorts of recipes I’d try out on my new husband once I was married. But since that fantasy seemed to be in the very distant future, I’d decided to go ahead and invite Aiden to stay the night. I didn’t ask him because I wanted to get into his heart. I’d asked him because I wouldn’t ever have this opportunity to play house and live out my fantasies again—or at least, not for a while. Also, I was hornier than a moo-cow in heat. I felt like one too. Navigating around my pointed belly was an exercise in itself. I woke up sore in places I’d forgotten I had. No one had ever told me that pregnant sex would give me a full-body orgasm. I’d felt that tingle all over, even in my eyelashes.

For a moment, when I’d woken next to Aiden, I’d thought about reaching over and trying for round two. But then, I remembered why I’d asked him to stay in the first place. I wanted those housewife memories, even if they were fake. I’d hopped out of bed and thrown together a batch of my special confetti pancakes before I heard him stir.

When he came into the kitchen, I had breakfast on the table and a steaming cup of coffee waiting.

“What’s this? It looks amazing,” he said, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table.

His hair stood out from his head in a tousled mess, and he wore only the pair of boxers I’d slipped off him last night. I bit my lip, admiring his rippled abs that I would surely destroy with my cooking. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn’t mine. I’d plump him up in no time.

“Confetti pancakes—or just pancakes with sprinkles and whipped cream.” I shrugged, settling in beside him with a stack of pancakes for myself and baby girl.

“Thank you. I’m supposed to feed you though.” He scooped a forkful of whipped cream up and held it out for me to bite.

“I enjoy cooking too. And I can’t eat that.” I frowned, prodding my plain pancakes with a fork. “I’m lactose intolerant. Sexy talk, right?”

“Ahh. I can’t bring you milkshakes then. Or ice cream. Or cheese. Wait. I’ve seen you eat cheese!” He bit into the pancakes, rolling his eyes to the back of his head and groaning.

I smiled. That was exactly how my future husband had better react when he tasted my cooking.

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