19
ASHLEIGH
Ryley held up his end of the bargain and cooked dinner completely n***d. I chose to get dressed in a little pink cami and jeans, but I was starting to think it wasn’t a good idea. Sitting there watching Ryley move around the kitchen with his c**k hard and ready between his legs wasn’t an easy task.
“Are you sure you can’t take a break?” I asked.
He chuckled and pulled the parmesan crusted rolls out of the oven. “Sorry, angel, but reheated salmon isn’t going to taste very good. Besides, didn’t you say just an hour ago that you were starved?”
My stomach growled in reply.
“And that’s what I thought,” he remarked slyly.
Ryley fixed me a plate, setting it and a glass of wine down on the table in front of me. Not only did it smell heavenly, it was also my favorite meal: grille
