Free Power of the Pen by Xyla Turner

cooked evenly through.
    The smell overwhelmed me to the point where I started to choke and wake up. I then realized that bacon was actually being cooked and coffee actually being brewed in my house.
    Oh my God.
    He was still here, in my kitchen, cooking breakfast. I hopped out of bed, ran to the bathroom to relieve myself and take a quick shower. Last night was absolutely incredible, but I knew after those escapades, I needed to freshen up a bit. Not quite sure how to face him, I stayed a little longer in my closet as I selected what I wanted to wear. Nothing that said I was trying, but enough to be relaxed in my space. My yoga pants and fitted shirt would work, since I had no appointments and my ass was also a little sore from my spanking.
    As I entered the kitchen, I saw Zach standing over the stove with a spatula in hand attempting to turn the pancakes. He was dressed in black Calvin Klein briefs, a black fitted t-shirt and black socks. Not only was the man gorgeous, but he was in my kitchen, looking like he belonged in it. My heart fluttered at the thought. He turned towards me, but did not smile. No, he smirked and raised an eyebrow at me.
    “Good morning,” I said with a deep voice.
    “Sexy,” his smirked deepened.
    “You know you want to smile.” I laughed out loud.
    “Come here.”
    Slowly walked towards him, he switched the spatula from his left to the right hand so he could wrap his arm around the back of my neck. Looking down at me, he ran his nose against mine in a soothing way, then gave me a soft kiss.
    “How are you feeling this morning?”
    “Great,” I beamed at him. “How about you?”
    Snaking my arms around his waist, Zach looked at the pancakes on the stove, then swiveled his neck to look around the kitchen. As if he was trying to figure out how he got here. His hold around my neck tightened, when he asked, “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
    “Nothing yet,” I ran my hands up his back. “When is the food going to ready? I dreamt of bacon and coffee.”
    He blinked at me, and then laughed out loud.
    Wow!
    This was the first time I saw him laugh. He was always so serious, even intense, all of the time. But his laugh was sexy and doing things to me. I made a mental note to get him to laugh more often. As he calmed down, he kissed my nose, gave me a squeeze and said, “It’ll be ready in five.”
    He patted my ass as a signal to get along.
    “Do you need me to do anything?” I asked him.
    “No.”
    “Okay, I’m going to check emails.” I sang out as I left the kitchen.
    Five minutes later, Zach came out of the kitchen with two plates. He sat them in front of me, next to my keyboard, and then he returned back to the kitchen. When he re-emerged, he had two mugs of coffee.
    “How do you take your coffee?” he asked.
    “Sweet and light,” she replied.
    He extended a mug in my direction, which I took from him. He grabbed a plate along with his coffee and moved to sit on the love seat. I joined him, bringing my food along as well. He packed three pancakes on my plate, along with an omelet and bacon. He had the same, but with five pancakes.
    “This is a lot of food.” I said to him.
    “So.”
    “So, I can’t eat all of this.”
    “Okay, eat it later.” He said as he started to dig into his food.
    After eating a few bites of the omelet, which was fluffy, well-seasoned, and somewhat spicy, I mumbled, “This is good. Where did you learn how to cook?”
    Zach looked a little taken aback by the question. He took a sip of coffee and said, “Always knew, but learned more in the army.”
    “Oh my gosh! You were in the army?” I asked.
    A nod in the affirmative was all he gave me.
    “Wow, that’s cool. Why did you leave?” I asked.
    “Who said that I did?”
    “Well, you said you were a writer, so I’m assuming you weren’t in the army still.” I explained my thoughts.
    “I’m on contract for various things, but I’m still active.” He did not seem to want to talk about