“I can’t believe we just had sex in the kitchen,” I whispered, my cheeks warming. One side of his mouth turned up in a devilish smirk. “I can’t believe I just fucked you like I did, and you’re still blushin’.” My hands went to my cheeks. “I can’t help it.” “Don’t want you to help it,” he replied. “Don’t ever want you to stop blushin’ with me.” “I don’t think I’m ever going to be in danger of that,” I responded. He kissed my nose then ran his hands down the side of my dress. “You go about your morning,” he commanded, stepping back. “What are you going to do?” I asked, straightening my dress.
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