Catherine Cookson Novels Novels & Stories

Catherine's voice came from behind me, as I scooped some batter into the simmering oil on the cooker. “You are up already,” I smiled, gazing at her gorgeous form. “I'm making pancakes. Do you want some?” Yesterday's sexcapades had been very exhilarating. After we fucked in the shower, we had done it again on the balcony, then on the couch in the living room before moving to the bed. Although, Catherine was dressed in a baggy white shirt which I presumed was mine, she looked unreal and pulchritudinous. “When have you ever seen me refuse food?” She snorted, as she closed the distance between us to press a kiss to my lips.

My stomach chose that exact moment to betray me with a loud growl. I exhaled sharply. Great, I was both famished and confused. An excellent combination. Without giving myself more time to think, I turned around and headed back toward the condo. The wooden pathway creaked faintly beneath my steps while the sound of the ocean slowly faded behind me. By the time I stepped inside, the cold air conditioning hit my skin immediately. And Catherine wasn’t naked anymore. Instead, she sat calmly at the dining table in a sunflower-yellow dress that hugged her figure perfectly. The soft fabric dipped low enough to highlight her cleavage, but somehow she looked even more seductive now than she did when s