“Thanks,” he tells me between greedy bites. “This tastes great, Karli. I’m serious; you need to box it up and sell it.” He lavishes my cooking skills with praise, adding a little moan at the end. A tingle runs through my nervous system, top to bottom. For heaven’s sake! He can’t just go around making sex noises like that. Doesn’t he know the effect he has on me? Doesn’t he know that one of his dimpled smiles is all it takes to make my pussy ache? Damn this guy. So now I’m thinking about how he pressed himself against me in the kitchen this morning, while he was still breathless and sweaty from
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