Guarded Love: Elite Men of Manhattan Series Book 5 by Missy Walker

Author:Missy Walker [Walker, Missy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: www.authormissywalker.com
Published: 2023-12-31T18:30:00+00:00

14

MAGNUS

It was the oldest cliche in the book, one I never could understand. Yet as I fumbled my way through cooking breakfast in the kitchen while Evelyn slept off the effects of enough orgasms for me to lose count, the old, clichéd line ran through my head.

I didn’t know it could be like this.

How could I not have known? I shook my head at my own stupidity while cracking eggs into a bowl. Sure, there was plenty of food in the kitchen, but there were only so many dishes I was prepared to make, even with the help of a YouTube tutorial. We could have ordered food, but this felt better somehow. I wanted to give this to her, even if I had no idea whether it would be edible. Uber Eats could be a backup if she couldn’t bring herself to swallow what I offered.

Wanting so much to make someone else happy. It was the simplest thing in the world and the most profound. Until then, as I dropped butter in a pan intending to scramble eggs, I didn’t think it was real. Something people talked about in love songs, corny movies, and fairy tales. Desiring something more than physical pleasure, a brief diversion. Wanting to give. Wanting to make someone smile. To provide and to care. I was discovering parts of myself I had never met before.

Surprisingly, I liked it. That was the most baffling thing of all. I liked waking up next to a woman whose company I actually enjoyed, watching her sleep, listening to her breathe. I relished remembering how she fell to pieces in my arms, gasping, moaning, and whimpering my name. It wasn’t some ego trip, either. There was a deeper kind of satisfaction, a kind of connection in those early morning moments. Silent. Almost sacred.

Was that why Evelyn came into my life? To show me what I had gotten wrong for so long? Because it was never like this with Leila. Nowhere close. My marriage was empty, hollow, a charade compared to the simple joy of cooking breakfast, imagining the surprise of the woman in bed.

“Good morning.”

“Shit!” I damn near knocked the pan off the gas flame when my hand jerked at the sound of her voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Evelyn winced as she leaned on her cane, wearing nothing but a black satin robe that matched the nightgown I had seen her wear after her surgery.

The woman was like catnip. My hands twitched, wanting to touch her lush body the second I caught sight of its curves. “Here, let me help you,” I offered instead, holding them out as I approached.

“No, no. I can handle it.” Rather than take a seat on one of the stools at the marble island, she lowered herself into a chair at the dining table near the window. The stunning view beyond the glass was nothing compared to her tousled beauty. Another cliché, but so true. She didn’t have to try to be beautiful. Somehow, that in itself made her breathtaking.

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