Gone

Chapter 25

After a quite interesting and intimate Monday, it was now Tuesday. Harry and I decided to go to the farmer's market and buy some ingredients to make a cake. He always praised his baking skills, but he never baked for me. I asked him if he would do it and he happily accepted my request.

"What would you like me to bake?" He asked me.

"Um... chocolate chip muffins?" I said.

He smiled his dimpled smile, "Whatever you like, Madam."

We drove to the market. It was a sunny day and I've never felt so appreciated to the sun before. I know this is weird, but I much more enjoyed overcast days with chilly air. But today was exceptional.

"These are all very simple ingredients. We could have just got these in the grocery store." I said.

"Yeah, but natural ingredients are way healthier than the processed ones in the store." He replied.

I laughed. "Since when did you care about eating healthy?"

"No, I don't. I care about you and your well-being, though." He said back and I felt my cheeks were getting hotter.

"You are so cheesy sometimes." I said.

He laughed and we walked back into the car.

We went back to his house. I said hi to Gemma. Anne and Robin were off somewhere.

Harry dropped the ingredients carefully into the kitchen.

As he was laying out the bowls, I came behind him and wrapped my arms around you.

"You don't know how good you look in the kitchen." I quietly whispered into his ears, making sure Harry and I were the only ones hearing it.

"Oh, baby, I know." He smirked as he cockily replied.

"Can I help?" I offered.

"Yeah. You can sit there and say things like you said earlier and that would help a lot." He said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Harry."

He laughed. "Yes, babe. Take a spatula and mix these up for me."

"On it!" I said happily.

I was opening drawers to find the spatula, Harry wouldn't tell me where it is because he's just being Harry... And he made some remarks about how my arse looked nice when I bend down to look for the spatula. Boys.

Finally, I found the spatula. I began to mix the ingredients together. When I was done, Harry dipped his index finger into the mixture and tasted it. I scrunched my face in disgust.

"Why would you taste this? There are raw eggs in there!" I said.

"It's good." He dipped his finger into it again, "Here, suck it."

He held out his half-covered chocolate index finger to my mouth. I rolled my eyes but then gradually did it anyways. As he said, it was good but way better when it was on Harry's finger.

We divided the mixture equally into the twelve muffin holders and put them in the oven.

"We got 15 minutes, what would you like to do?" I asked him.

"We can did what we did earlier, but you can suck my cock instead." He smirked.

"Your sister is like, right next door." I said back.

"We'll be quiet, she wouldn't know. Plus, I'm not the loud one. You are." He remarked.

I frowned. "Excuse you. Last time I checked, someone was howling in my shower, cursing, because I gave him an amazing blowjob." I sassily replied.