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Billionaires Runaway Bride

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The next morning, I woke to the smell of something delicious in my room. I turned over, my nose telling me where Sienna was instead of my bed. I pulled on my boxers and headed into the kitchen.

Sienna was humming to herself as she was pouring batter into her industrial waffle maker she had insisted on bringing from her house. It was big and bulky, but made the best fucking waffles I’d ever tasted.

She was wearing an old t-shirt of mine. It barely covered her crotch. My cock twitched, seeing the bottom of her bare ass peeking out

from the bottom of the shirt.

“I love when you wear my clothes,” I said, coming into the room. I slipped my hand around her waist, gathering the fabric in my fists.

She ground her hips against me and I kissed the base of her neck. She moaned and her head tilted back. I lifted the shirt and cupped her breasts in my hands. Her nipples were already hard.

“I’m going to burn the waffles,” she said.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” I said and stopped kissing her. I let the shirt drop over my hands while I got one last touch of her.

We’d slept through the afternoon and night after we’d had sex. My stomach was growling with a hunger for food and Sienna. I decided food would have to be the priority if I was going to get my fill of Sienna later on.

“Do you want me to make some coffee?” I offered.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” she said, opening the top of the waffle maker and lifting a perfectly golden waffle onto a plate. I noticed a stack of bacon and eggs already set on the breakfast bar. “You’re going to have to start getting used to making coffee if you’re going to work with me.”

My mouth salivated at the sight of the food. “I’m sure you could teach me how to make your coffee.”

I was used to making coffee with pods, but since Sienna moved in almost full-time, she’d brought over her coffee maker that involved way more than pressing a button. I was still getting used to it. We worked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Being with Sienna made everything easy. We’d skipped over that “getting to know you” stage, which had always been my least favorite part of any relationship.

“You know, you don’t have to work for me,” she said. “The offer was nice, but Tony and I have been running the diner for some time. And we can do it without you.”

“Do you not want me to be there?” I asked.

“No!” she said, almost dropping the bowl she was pouring batter from. “Of course I want you there. Only if you want to be.”

“I do want to be there.”

She smirked. “Good.”

“Now that that’s settled,” I said, “try some of my coffee.”

I poured a mug of coffee. I noticed a few chunks of something as I poured. But it was too late to back out now. I cringed as she sipped it and made a face fit for someone who just drank mud.

“You can spit it out,” I said. “I know it’s awful. I don’t want to poison you.”

Like the graceful woman she was, she swallowed. “Okay, Parker, sit down and eat and I’ll make the coffee.”

She squeezed my hand and went to the coffee maker. I happily took the waffle and stacked bacon and eggs on top. I sat down at the breakfast bar where I was safely away from any and all cooking equipment.

While the coffee was brewing, Sienna finished up a few more waffles. I loved watching her work. This was her passion, and I was proud of my decision to bring back the diner so that she could continue being happy and fulfilled for the rest of her life. And it helped that she was half naked.

When the coffee was done, I got up and poured two mugs. It was the least I could do. When I got back to my seat, there was another freshly made waffle on my plate.

I smiled at her. “How did you know?”

“You were practically salivating watching me.”

“That wasn’t because of the waffles.”

She pulled a face.

“Okay, maybe it was partly the waffles, and partly my sexy girlfriend.”



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