He cooks well. I admit that.
"I'll wash the dishes, since you cooked." I said after eating. I immediately cleaned up the table and he just watched me while a glass of water was on his hands.
I felt his presence on my back as I began to wash the dishes at the sink. His broad chest rubbed against my back while he put down the glass on the sink. I acted as if it was nothing.
My senses were awakened when his palm glided from my buttocks to my breasts. I didn't do anything and focused on washing the dishes while I let him do that.
Damn, I should be in a rage right now! Why am I letting him take over my system? If this was a different man, I would've grabbed his balls right away, but him?
I could feel his warm breath on my nape while he kneed my breast. He intentionally grinned
