I shivered as images of me spread out on the counter, taking him from different angles, plastered in my mind at his word.

I shook the thoughts off and giggled weakly, despite wanting him to do what he just said. “Aha, funny, but seriously, what are we making?”

“I thought a quick chicken hummus bowl would be nice, but I want nothing spicy on my tongue,” he informed me, and my legs clamped together to keep them steady. I knew the rest of the sentence. I had a dirty mind and knew he wouldn’t have anything spicy on his tongue because he planned on taking it somewhere else later.

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