He actually wanted to finish the damn mac ’n’ cheese before jumping my bones. Contrary as always, he seemed to get a perverse kick out of seeing me all eager and squirming in my chair. He’d always had a dominant streak. Most times it turned me on. Other times, it drove me nuts. Right now it was a little of both. Why on earth was he patiently eating when he should be in the bedroom celebrating our new beginning by screwing my brains out? Thank god I never mentioned I’d made the chocolate chip walnut cookies, or it would have taken even longer. But finally, I was able to put the lid on the mac ’n’ cheese pan—what was left of it—and put it away. And before I’d taken two steps away from the fridge, he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He gave me his most evil grin while I wiggled in his arms. “Put me down,” I said, not really meaning it. “Now why would I do that when holding you like this makes that dress ride up your thighs?” I tried to pull it down, but I didn’t have much room to maneuver. “It looks beautiful on you, by the way.
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