I have a meal to cook and a wife to feed.
Daisy
“Honey, I’m home!” I exclaim as I walk through the door. Keys on the cute table I set up by the door, I kick off my heels and head straight into the kitchen with two bags of groceries where the delicious aromas of cheese and pasta and garlic fill my nose.
“Oh wow, it smells good in here.”
Flynn glances over his shoulder as he drains hot water from the pasta. “Dinner is almost ready.”
“After the afternoon I’ve had dealing with Tara and her dramatics, this is the best news I’ve heard all day.”
“I take it the Wicked Witch of the Real Estate East is still alive and well?”
His commentary makes me giggle, but it’s also a pleasant surprise. Over the past few weeks, Flynn has received more than an earful regarding my lovely—more like, horrible—coworker, and apparently, he really did listen to everything I told him. “Oh yeah, alive and well and probably out buying a new broomstick as we speak.”
I get to work on putting away groceries that consist of some fruit, yogurt, and frozen meals that can be cooked very quickly.
Once everything is put away, I refocus on the man at the stove. In just jeans and a white T-shirt, Flynn looks…well, hot. With his tight ass and muscular back and biceps bulging beneath cotton, I could take a photo of him right now, post it on my Instagram account, and have thousands of men and women go nuts in a matter of minutes.
And thirst traps aren’t even my aesthetic, but I know Flynn would spur a reaction.
Probably because he’s doing exactly that to you right now…
I make a valiant effort to shift my focus and note the creamy white sauce that bubbles in the skillet. I grin and walk over to the stove to discreetly dip my finger in for a quick taste test, but I’m stopped in my tracks when Flynn’s arms wrap around my waist.
“Don’t even think about it,” he whispers into my ear, and before I know it, my bare feet are no longer touching the floor and I’m being carried over to the kitchen table. My ass is in the chair a few seconds later.
It’s then that I realize the table is already set with plates and napkins and cutlery. A vase with a bouquet of flowers and two already-lit candles sit in the center.
Holy moly, this is fancy. Like a romantic dinner date.
Well, even if it’s temporary, he is your husband.
An annoying pang sets up residence in my chest, but I don’t have time to question its cause because Flynn is leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“You stay right here.”
“Right here?” I tease, smiling up at him. “In this chair?”
He smirks. “Yes.”
“What if there’s a fire?”
“I’ll handle it.”
“What if I have to go pee?”
“Hold it.”
“What if—”
He cuts me off with another kiss and proceeds to whisper firmly against my lips. “Keep that little ass of yours in this chair while I plate our food—or else.”
“Or else what?” I waggle my eyebrows. “You gonna spank me?”
“Oh, baby, don’t tempt me.” A deep, hearty chuckle rumbles his chest, but before I can do exactly that, he’s turning on his heel and heading back to the stove to plate our dinner.
Forget the dumb stove and spank me with your penis!
Okay…that was weird.
Mind you, the dinner smells delicious, but all that spanking talk has my appetite focused on something else. A myriad of dirty-as-hell thoughts fill my head, and I shift a little in my seat.
There has to be a way to put a pause on this dinner and revisit it a later time… I mean, that’s what microwaves are for, right?
“Stop thinking whatever you’re thinking and prepare to enjoy the feast you demanded.”
I look up to meet Flynn’s amused gaze as he sets two platefuls of fettuccine Alfredo with garlic bread on the table.
“How do you know what I was thinking?”
“Because you’ve got that look,” he answers cryptically and sits down in the chair across from mine.
“What look?”
He just smirks, doesn’t answer my question, and grabs his fork to dig in.
“I didn’t have a look,” I state, but he is completely unfazed. “I didn’t have a look,” I repeat, but Flynn just twirls pasta around his fork to take a big bite.
“Eat your food, babe,” he says once he finishes chewing. “After dinner, if you want to try to tempt me into spanking your sassy ass, be my guest.”