OBSESSED

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"You're in clothes?" he asked, disappointed.

"Yes." I raised a brow. "Should I not be?"

"No. I'm not."

"You're wearing an apron! Same concept as my kimono."

"Your what? And I'm just wearing this to protect my manhood from getting popped with grease."

"Uh huh." I reached through the side of the apron for his dick and watched his garnet eyes grow wide. "I'm giving your manhood a break. The grease wouldn't stand a chance if I came to you in the nude."

His cock hardened between my fingers and I relished it with a single pump, flicking my fingers over the sensitive head.

"You're a naughty girl," Jarrod scolded as he swatted my hand away. His eyes glittered mischievously. 

"Yeah, yeah." I pulled my hand away and settled each palm on his hips. He was hard like stone with just enough softness to make him human. "Whatcha making?"

Jarrod spun around, knocking me back a step, and then snatched me up. I was thrown over his shoulder before I could process what was happening. 

"It's a surprise!" he laughed as he ran into the living room with me. Tossing me onto the couch, his hands dug into my sides to tickle me. I belted out a laughing shriek when he struck the spot. "You're supposed to still be in bed, missy!"

I screeched with a maddening giggle. "Jarrod, I will kill you and feed you to Foxy!"

Laughing, he pulled away from me and collapsed on the floor.

Foxy emerged from around the corner with a meow. The little furry devil knew she'd been summoned.

I clicked my tongue so she'd come over, but she went straight to Jarrod. She stepped on between his legs and he immediately covered his manhood with a squeal.

"Not my nuts!" he cried.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned off the couch and scooped her up. "She's just like me. We have no self-control when it comes to hot guys."

Jarrod jumped up and followed me into the kitchen. "So I'm hot, huh?"

"You think I'd lure you into my bed otherwise?" I asked with a playful smirk.

He smiled but I could see his mood visibly shift across his face. Scratching his head, he walked over to the stove and turned it off.

I held Foxy to my chest and pet her while I watched him. Did I say something wrong?

Jarrod plated the food in silence. He made French toast and bacon. He even poured us both a mug of coffee.

Setting my cat down, I padded over to him and placed my hands gently on his arms. He paused to glance down at me.

"I'm touched that you made all of this," I told him. "Honestly. This was really sweet of you."

He slid his hands down my shoulders, kissing my head and then my cheek. I reached for his lips but he pulled away.

Frowning, I whined, "Jarrod."