I am slicing the tomatoes then suddenly pair of hands hugs me by my waist. The owner of the hand sniffs my neck then my ears making me tickle.
“Ian, stop.” I whimpered.
He continues sniffing my neck and nibbles over my sensitive spots. I moan softly then place the knife down on the chopping board.
“Stop it. I try to make dinner here.” I shoved him aside.
He won’t budge. He tightens his hugs and nibs my earlobe.
“Can we have dessert first?” He whispered seductively.
I hide my smile and stir the dressing before tossing it with the salad. Ian is still hugging me from behind starts swaying me. I am used to his clinginess by now. He gets clingy every time he is home from business trip.
He was in France for 3 weeks. He arrived this morning at my door
