Chapter 07
KIARA
I was still sore when I walked into the kitchen.
Devon stood shirtless by the stove, flipping pancakes like he hadn’t just f****d me into another dimension. The muscles in his back moved with every stir, tattoos flexing, hair messy, and just… ugh.
“pancakes?,” he said, not even turning.
“I’m limping,” I replied flatly, dragging my feet to the counter.
He smirked, glancing over his shoulder. “You’re the one bouncing so well on my dick.”
I grabbed the nearest spoon and chucked it at him.
He caught it mid-air.
Show-off.
“Sit your pretty ass down,” he said. “You’re eating. You’ll need the energy.”
“For what?”
He just smirked and poured syrup on the pancakes.
I sat, still in his oversized shirt and no underwear, thighs clenching at the memory of how many times I ca
