She was stirring the stew like an expert. Clothed in only hubby’s oversized shirt, t**s bouncing bare beneath the shirt like it needed attention.
She was just humming to herself when she felt strong arms snake around her waist.
He kissed her cheek and inhaled. “Mm, smells good," he murmured against her ear.
"The food or me?" she teased without turning.
"Both."
Before she could protest, he scooped her up like she weighed nothing. She squealed, laughing, but then…plop!...he set her right on the cool edge of the counter beside the stove.
Unfortunately, the “cool” edge wasn’t exactly cool. The metal was warm from the burner nearby.
Her eyes widened. “Ah! That’s hot!” She jumped, clutching her backside, glaring at him.
He doubled over, laughing. “Guess your buns are well done now.”
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