Angela's POV

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"I'm home." I called immediately I got into our condo and shut the door softly, feeling refreshed and content with the way everything in my life was going at the moment.

I had mentally decided at the diner before I left that Nate, my bodyguard for over five years and Sandler would take turns guarding me or sometimes do it together if I had to go on some special outings.

I wouldn't argue with Eros about this anymore. He must've been scared and even blamed himself at the time that I got kidnapped and my constant arguments about using or not using my bodyguard was definitely not helping.

From now on, I would be totally attentive to Eros like he had been attentive with me all these while.

I would take my time to enjoy Eros's company and then decide when I'd go back to work, which would probably be after our wedding. We still hadn't decided on what date to pick but I'll just talk to him one of these days.

"In the kitchen." Eros called back just when I was wondering if he was the one at the kitchen.

A beam spread on my face instantly. No wonder there was a good aroma in the air. The smell of my favorite meal, spaghetti and meatballs already assaulted my nose. I couldn't wait to dig in.

"Okay." I called back.

The whole apartment was smelling of several nice spices that would make the mouth water and make the stomach growl, courtesy of Eros. My stomach suddenly felt empty as I looked forward to seeing the meal he'd prepared.

I threw my bag on the chair without a second of consideration of the things in it and ran all the way to the kitchen in my stilettoes, suddenly eager to see Eros and his dark hair and dimples and kitchen manliness...every other thing about him.

"Hey." I hugged the door from the entrance where I was standing and eyed him with glittering eyes, watching him add some ingredients into the pot before covering it up.

He turned around and smiled at me, crossing his hands over his delicious chest covered in my apron; which by the way, looked small and cute on him.

"Welcome back home, baby. How was your outing?"

"Eventful." I shrugged, taking his new look in since it was foreign to me. He was barefooted and shirtless. I eyed him hungrily, having no choice but to do so and realized I could actually get used to seeing him like that often, looking delicious as he stood before the cooker to prepare us a meal.

"I'm sorry. For being too protective. It was all in your best interest." He told me in a glum tone though he didn't take his eyes off me. My dress and my legs and my face. He just kept eyeing me with a look that said 'come-here-so-I-can-bend-you-over-the-kitchen-counter'.

"Oh Eros, I'm so sorry as well. I misunderstood you. I feel so ashamed for how I reacted." I confessed somberly, puffing air through my lips.

"No. Shh. Shh. I get you. It's not your fault." He told me quickly.

"I blamed you." I interjected.

"And you had every right to. You didn't understand and it felt like I was putting too much pressure on you. I'm glad you do now. I just don't want you to get hurt." He told me softly and turned around to check what he was preparing. The pot of oil was hot already and I looked over to the other side of him to see he'd already seasoned the shrimps.

"Did you add some seasoning cubes to the shrimps?" I asked in a low and sultry tone, watching him add the shrimp into the oil and sear until the underside was golden.

"No babe. Just salt and pepper." He replied after a while, his full concentration on what he was preparing. He looked so serious it was turning my insides to mush.

"Need any help?" I walked closer to him.

"No, you shouldn't stress yourself. I just need you to rest."

"I thought you were just making my favorite." I asked after a while, just watching him do his thing.

"Well, I already made spaghetti and meatballs, having called Martie to prepare everything I'll need for it but I remembered you also love Tuscan butter shrimp so I decided to make it as a side dish."

"Thank you baby. You're the best."

"Careful there. You're caressing my ego." He chuckled. "And there's a price for it."

I shrugged and went to wash my hands. Then I moved closer to him and hugged him from behind, feeling him up just because. "Hmmm. Feels so comfy."

I smiled in contentment and pecked his back.

"Really?" He chuckled in his deep tone and I nodded even though he couldn't see me.

"That's very nice. I could totally piggy back you around the house one of these days." He suggested and laughed when I playfully told him I wasn't a pig. Yep, a lame joke of mine.

"Eros, I want you." I suddenly spoke into his back, my tone coming out muffled as I pressed my face into his back. He'd showered. I could smell the freshness on him and I almost moaned, feeling his deliciously taut chest.

"What?"

"I want you." My tone came out whiny this time as I was still pressed against his back and I shuddered, already thinking of his hands all over my body.

"What babe? You want food? It's almost ready. Just go up and have a quick shower." He told me and I chuckled, realizing he hadn't even heard what I said.

"No." I pulled away from him and sighed, wondering how to go about it.

How do you tell a man you want to have sex? Especially when you aren't too skilled in that aspect?

I'd never seduced a man all my life. Even the other times I'd had sex in my previous relationship, it was just a form of duty or something casual. Nothing too serious. It was nothing to think about for more than five minutes after doing the deed.

But with Eros, there was passion. In the words, in our kisses, in our cuddling and all. He made me look forward to all the couple things. Maybe it was because I loved him? Or because he was always so attentive to my needs?

"I'll be back. Let me just ease myself." I told him and went to urinate immediately.

When I came back down after telling myself all sorts of encouraging things in the mirror and steeling my resolve, I resumed my spot at his back, lazily clinging onto him like a cat. He was now returning the shrimp into the skillet and mixing it with the heavy cream and Parmesan sauce.

He paused and turned around, reducing the pressure of the cooker through the burner in the process as he eyed me questioningly. "What's wrong baby? Talk to me."

I sighed at my awkwardness and he chuckled, leading us out of the kitchen.

He stopped by the dining, placing his hands on my shoulders but I pouted. I noticed a glass of white wine had already been set on the table, along with two glass cups. Butterflies were dancing in my stomach as his thoughtfulness touched my heart.

"Not here." I told him softly, batting my lashes up at him.

He led me to the sitting room, my hand in his much larger one. Just as he sat down and expected me to sit beside him, I straddled him and eyed him while he sat straighter, observing my every move curiously.

"Okay..." I drawled and pecked his lips with a nervous smile. I mentally chanted the words, 'I can do this. I can do this.'

Frowning, he held me by the waist to settle me down on him properly and watched me hike up my dress. I didn't like wearing thights, so I'd wear very short ones or bum shorts. I was wearing a short thight under my wrap gown this time around and my thighs were on display as I bunched my dress up at the waist.

I watched Eros gulp as I placed my palms on his chest. He reached one hand to caress my thigh and the other hand came up to my right breast, looking from me to my thigh and back. "What's going on Angel?"

"Eros?" I sighed.

"Yes baby? Are you in pain somewhere?" Worry clouded his eyes as he ran his hands over my back, stomach and my upper arms.

"No. I..." I licked my lips.

"Talk to me. I'm here for you." He stole a peck on my lips again. "Are you okay? Did someone say something to upset you? You still haven't told me how your visit to your mom went."

I giggled and realized I was making him worry for nothing. I wasn't supposed to be this dramatic.

"No one hurt me and I'm not feeling pain anywhere. The thing is, I'm aching."

"Where?" He asked in confusion.

I picked his hand from my thigh and placed it on my thight clad core.

"I want you, Eros. Make love to me, please. I need you. I miss you." I rotated my hips bashfully, pushing him so his back was now resting properly on the couch.

His gaze became softer and he softly pinched my waist. "Naughty girl."

I giggled.

"Of course I miss you too. Was that all you wanted to tell me? Is that all?"

I nodded and looked down at my palms resting on his chest. "Hmm. I guess I'm not too good at just giving you the 'fuck me' eyes." I shrugged.

He laughed. "No, you're actually good at it. You just don't do it much but right now, I can now guess what you want without having to say it because of your catlike, lazy movements, your glazed eyes and also, you're constantly biting your lips. It's fucking erotic Angel."

"Oh." I shrugged. I didn't realize I'd given all these expressions and reactions but he did.

"Yep. Come here." He pulled me into him and connected our lips, his breath warm as they mingled with mine. There was life, and contentment as his hold tightened on my waist and he squeezed. Not too tight but enough to show me he was in charge.

My hands were on his chest, rubbing him and enjoying his lips on me, enjoying the way he'd constantly tug at my lower lip and then lick my lips again.

"Next time you need me, just say 'Eros dear, I need you to take me.' I'll understand. That's my duty to my girl." He laughed softly, biting on my ear and I colored crimson. He was making fun of me.

Then he became serious again and turned us over so I was on the couch and he was on top, kissing me, biting my ear softly. Immediately, my dress was pulled off and I quickly took off my bra, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Oh Eros." I panted and tugged at his hair as he kissed my chin slowly, tortuously, down to my collarbone and then to the swell of my breasts. "Ahn Eros, yes there. Oh god lower, yes..."

I couldn't wait anymore. I needed his skin on mine badly. I grabbed his head and connected our lips, biting his lower lip as I seeked for entrance into his mouth.

Our tongues were quick to caress each other as I sucked on his, loving the sounds he made while he pinched my left nipple.

I fumbled with his shirt and only succeded in opening two buttons when he stopped me.

Dissatisfaction washed over me and I groaned, opening my eyes with immediate effect. I moved in to kiss him but he stopped it too soon.

I groaned. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

He gave me an apologetic look and licked my lower lip, laughing softly at my annoyed look. "The food is still in there but it should be done by now. I reduced the burner. Go up, I'll meet you there after taking care of it."

I pushed him off me and ran to the kitchen, only now remembering I was still in my heels when I almost stumbled.

"Careful baby." Eros called after me.

As I walked towards the cooker, I caught a blurry reflection of myself through the refrigerator. I was naked to the waist, where a thight was covering some part of me and my toned legs were also on display.

And I was still in my heels. I blew a kiss at my reflection. "You look so sexy." I told myself, imitating Eros's deep voice and then laughing at my own ridiculousness.

Opening the pot, I stirred the Tuscan butter shrimp carefully and sighed in contentment when I assured myself that it was done. Then I turned it off and quickly transferred the sauce, with the spaghetti and meatballs into different sets of a three set cooler and snapped it shut.

Eros's dark chuckle came from behind me. "There's nothing as hot as a woman in heat. She'll do anything to speed things up and get into action."

I turned around and eyed him, giving him a once over. A smirk pulled up at the corner of my lips. "Says the man sporting a very impressive boner."

He walked towards me, now only wearing his boxer briefs and backed me up against the kitchen counter. Immediately, my thight and pantie came off me and my legs were wrapped around him.

His mouth attacked a breast like a greedy child, licking it and even hissing in pleasure to show me he was enjoying every bit of this.

"Ahhhh. Feels so good." I moaned. I tilted my head and stared at the brown and gold flower painted ceiling with droopy eyes, feeling excitement pull at my core.

His lips sucked on my right nipple as I moaned and his slender fingers slowly trailed down my torso and went down to feel me, rotating in a steady rhythm over my puffy, obviously swollen lips.

I shuddered and held his head against my sensitive nipple. "Please," I panted wantonly, "Oh, yes there. Yes there."

I couldn't reach for his veiny girth between us due to how well he was working on my body and our close proximity, but it was hard and I could feel the girth against my stomach.

"Do you love what I'm doing to you, baby?" He asked tauntingly and stopped me when I tried to touch his hardness. "No baby. You're killing me already and stroking me will just push me close to the edge right now. Your breasts are so beautiful, I want to keep playing with them." He kissed my left nipple and I moaned. "Every inch of you is beautiful, but we need to practice some more foreplay so I can admire this body in the bedroom-"

"No more, please just take me. Fill me, please." I panted, rubbing myself against him in earnest.

Eros kissed me again and chuckled. "Alright. You've gotten me hard and ready so I will put an end to the torture you're feeling."

He whipped out his hardness and lined it at my entrance, rubbing the head against me and I moaned again in bliss, etching the look of ecstasy on his face into memory. His clenched jaws, his sparkling eyes as he watched me, his adams apple and the left dimple that popped out.

I smiled. "Now. Fuck me."

"Here we go baby. I'm coming home." He told me and cussed lowly in his deep tone. "Fuck yes."

Just as he put the head in through my parted lips and I moaned out loud, there was a ring at the door.

We both froze.

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Eros will probably kill someone. Would you? 😂😂😂