“What’s so funny? I haven't had my fill of you yet. The counter is looking mighty fine right now,” he says, stalking over to me. “Oh my God, no Rebel. We are both hungry, and we can’t live off s*x,” I say, removing his hands from my ass. “Who says? I could feast on you day and night,” He whispers in my ear and then kisses my neck.
The beeping from the microwave breaks the spell he had me in, and I move out of his grasp. “Stop it. Go sit down so we can eat,” I say, and he laughs and goes to the fridge to get us drinks, and takes out the bowl of salad. “You are very easy to distract,” He says when he takes a sip of his beer. “It’s your fault. You are too sexy to resist.”
“I know,” he says and slaps my ass when I put the plate down in front of him. “And so very cocky,” I grumble while wal
