Your Irresistible Love (The Bennett Family 1)

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Ava showers first, and then I do. She’s sitting on the bed punching a pillow when I come out of the shower.

“Why are you beating the crap out of that pillow?”

“I’m not; I’m picking my hair off it. Sorry, I didn’t realize I left hair everywhere, including your pillow.”

“Well, you should be sorry for hijacking my pillow in the first place.” I hug her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my crotch in her delicious ass.

“Like you minded.” She turns to face me with a devilish grin. “You slept on my boobs.”

“Men are resourceful in times of need. You didn’t just take my pillow. You hijacked the entire bed.”

Her mouth forms an O. “I did not.”

“I should’ve taken a picture. You practically kicked me out of the bed. You did that in your apartment, too.”

“I won’t believe that unless you show me proof.” She pinches her nose, frowning. “I’m getting really hungry. You don’t want to argue with me when I’m hungry. Will you cook again?”

Tilting my head, I laugh against the soft skin of her shoulder.

“So, the princess wants to be spoiled. What do you want to eat?”

“I get to pick?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t care what I eat, really. As long as you cook naked.”

“Feisty, I like it.”

With her hand in mine, I make my way to the living room.

“I’ll grill us something,” I say.

“Cool. I want to help. Give me stuff to do.”

“Nah, stay there and look pretty. It’ll be safer for both of us.”

She squints, breaking into a grin. “So you think I’m pretty?”

Wiggling my eyebrows, I say, “Very. Especially when you’re naked, like now.”

The grill is on the terrace, so we move there as I prepare the meat. We also throw on robes, because the breeze isn’t too forgiving. As I watch her savoring every bite, I can’t help grinning. I become intoxicated with her enthusiasm and good mood.

“This is the best food ever.” Sighing dramatically, she adds, “You are perfect. Can I keep you?”

“Which part of me, my cooking skills or my mad in-bed skills?”

She looks up at me from between her lashes, offering me a seductive smile. “I’ll have to wait to see what other skills you have before I decide.”

After we finish eating, I ask, “Do you want to go to your place to get some clothes?”

I register a strange surprise in her eyes. She turns her back, pretending to clean the table, and I can’t gauge her reaction anymore.

“You want me to stay here the whole weekend?” she asks.

“Of course I do. I’m not nearly done with spoiling you.”