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It was like he had memorized a Kama Sutra manual.
“You never have to thank me for protecting you. That’s my job.” “Your job?” Her lips quirk as she goes back to the bandage on my right hand. “What’s the job title exactly?” “Husband.”
“What else is in this job description? Definitely laundry.” I laugh. “Laundry, sometimes cooking even though I’ll need recipes, taking out the trash, pumping gas in your car. . .” “I can pump my own gas.” She laughs, shaking her head. “I know you can, but from now on, I’m going to.”
“What else?” she asks, genuinely intrigued now. “Orgasms.” She smiles wide again. “I guess you’re hired.” “You want me to try out for the position?” I ask, feeling my body heat instantly.