“Bristol,” Royal called. “Would you be willing to do the cooking for the party?”
I glanced at Royal and rolled my eyes. “The answer is yes, though I’m sure you already knew that.”
Meg hopped off her stool and headed to the fridge. “I want a snack,” she muttered.
Pie moved out of her way, and she started searching through the fridge. Meg was about the only person who didn’t live in this house that I was okay with her doing that. The kitchen and fridge were my domain.
“Do you have any cookies?” Royal asked.
She knew I had cookies. I also knew that she and Marco had raided them last night. “I think there might be a couple left in the pantry,” I smirked.
Royal blushed. “I’m sure there are more than a few.”
“I’ll grab them. If you want to grab the cheese, Meg, I’ll also grab the crackers when I go in the pantry.” I could hopefully spend a few minutes in the pantry without Pie so close to me.
Meg held up a brick of cheddar. “You got it. I’ll cut the cheese while you raid the pantry.”
Reva and Indy laughed.
I glanced at Pie, and his eyes were on me.
The pantry was a familiar place for us.
“I’m gonna go see what Apollo and Marco are up to,” Pie called.
“Marco is in his study with Kane, and I think Apollo is in the security office,” Royal said.
Oh, boy. Pie was either going to head toward the front of the house to Marco’s study, or he was going to head in the direction of the pantry to see Apollo.
I bit my lip and knew where he was headed. The direction I was going and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to make it past the pantry.
I hitched my thumb over my shoulder. “I’m also going to grab a notebook from my room. I can make notes about the food you want for the party.” That would give me another minute or two out of the kitchen.
Pie followed me down the hallway to the pantry. He should have kept walking when I got to the entryway of the pantry, but I felt his warm hand on my back, and he pushed me inside.
He moved us against the wall and pressed his lips to mine. I looped my arms around his shoulders and delved my fingers into his hair. His hands grabbed my ass, and I melted into his touch.
I had missed this.
I had missed this man.
Eleven days was too long to go without feeling Pie against me.
“I missed you,” I sighed.
Pie growled, and he nipped my lips. His hands moved up and under my shirt. His warm palms against my bare skin sent a shiver through my body. I could feel his hard cock press against my leg. He wanted me. I was the one who had made him hard.
I was the one he wanted.
No one else.
My hand glided down his chest and cupped his cock through his jeans. “I need you,” I gasped.
Nothing else but Pie and me mattered.
The house could be ablaze around us, and I wouldn’t have even noticed.
“I’m sorry,” he growled against my lips. “I’m sorry.”