Husband With Benefits

As Isabella stood there staring at the man in the kitchen, her face was furrowed in a scowl instead of the usual appreciation she had for handsome men. As she crossed her arms in front of herself, she shook her head in exasperation, muttering to herself," If only I was a judge I would..."

Once again, she glanced at him and sighed. There really needed to be a law against men looking so good in those floppy ponytails on the top of their heads! It’s unfair, really. Those were supposed to be reserved for cute chubby babies!

As her gaze continued to linger on him, her scowl deepened. There also should be a law against men rolling up their sleeves for cooking. Seriously, does he have to make cooking look so effortlessly sexy? If you knew you are going to cook, just wear something short sleeved. She would definitely draft a petetion for a law against such a blatant display of attractiveness.

"If I hadn’t felt you tighten around me a few times, I would have definitely thought that you were angry at me..."

Isabella coughed as the man’s soft voice washed over her and his words penetrated her brain fog.

She watched, frozen as Ian turned off the stove and walked to her slowly. Catching her by the waist, he quickly lifted her up for a quick kiss before setting her down, as he lightly pinched her a**," Good morning, sweetheart. You must be hungry after the workout."

The man grinned, showing off his dimples while her scowl returned full force. "Workout? It has definitely been that! The man was a beast! He’d tortured her so much that she’d been unable to think straight. Even now she had a brain fog! And here he was, cooking as if this was a normal occurrence. As if he not just spent the entire morning, f*cking her brains out."

"It had been for him, Isabella. A normal occurrence. Can’t you tell how experienced he is unlike your bumbling half virgin self." Her inner snide Isabelle commented in her head, bursting her bubble quickly. Yup, she reminded herself. While Ian had rocked her world, he was not like herself. This might be a regular occurrence for him.

Those bedposts and that scarf were already there. As her mind reminded herself, she seemed to have fallen off the clouds and she carefully straightened her expression. There was no need to show him just how rocked her world was. And.."I’m not a half virgin more. Not after this morning." She reminded her inner self.

As she went to sit at the table, she looked at the large spread of breakfast on the table and gulped," How do you eat like this and stay in shape?"

Ian looked at her and winked," Exercise, sweetheart. Didn’t I just show you?"

Isabella snapped her mouth shut. Exercise? He’d treated her like his own personal plate at a buffet, adding difference things and then licking them or eating them off her. She was red all over her body, covered in little hickeys and teeth marks. She’d have to bathe in her concealer if she wanted to hide them!