“I may have to keep you around now that you can properly shave my face. You cook, you clean…” She swatted at me and rolled her eyes. “And what do I get out of this deal? You are messy; you only help me cook once a week, if that. You are grumpy in the morning—” I cut her off by placing my hand between her legs and pushing her panties to the side. “I guess you are good at something.” She’d grinned as I slid one finger inside her. “Only one thing?” I added another, and she groaned, her head rolling back.
