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I stand back withhim as he dices the onions, chops the peppers, and juliennes the carrots

"Show-off," I es out of the last orange stick

I take a sip of my drink and move closer "I think you need an apron," I whisper in his ear, and then nibble on it

"I have to concentrate and with you doing that, it’s hard"

I giggle

He picks up the cutting board and pours all the perfectly cut vegetables into a bowl I lean over and grab a carrot, popping it inan eyebrow

I shrug "They look edible the way you cut them"

He shakes his head

I squeeze his butt "Don’t you want to knohy I think you need an apron?"

"Sure, I’s to that spot I know he likes rabshis lip I’ about what I want hiry and you wanted to eat," he growls in ht want to wear an apron the next time you cook because I think you should be nked and this"--I rub ainst the erection I saw bloorins, unashamed "You noticed, did you?"

"Yep"

He walks me backward away from the island and toward the bank of cabinets behind o first to my waist, thenjeans "Next ti one of those little black-and-whitethat resembles an outfit like that"

"You will," he says with a sexy sles all the way down to my toes

He kisses me a few times, on my mouth, my chin, my ear--a taste here and there

"Ben"

He doesn’t stop My shoulder, my collarbone, my other shoulder "He to say

We have been taking turns cooking and soether is we usually end up eating coldon the food, like right now

His mouth quirks up "Okay, but you distractedAnd I know you just really want to wear one"

I scoff "How do you s around?"

He looks over at me, his eyes heavy lidded God, what he can do to ether to control the pulsing

He moves back to the island and turns the stove on I want to tell hi eye contact as he ured him out--it’s the only way to accoo aboutboard, where I continue slicing le a lerows curious "Okay, spill it"

I give hi the leain, but this time the smell I’ve always loved hitsThe oil crackles froaze and lowers the heat so he doesn’t notice When he looks back up I outstretch my hand "Here, smell it?"

His hand covers erated whiff "Okay, I give"

I drop h "Arghdon’t you smell the lemony scent?"

"Yes, I smell it I smell you You know I love that scent, because I tell you that all the time But if you want to know if one is ripe, you’re supposed to squeeze it, not smell it"

I peel the skin back with e in ain

"U at the thought of eating a lemon

"Ben, it doesn’t matter what it tastes like Don’t you know that when you eat a lemon it’s readily absorbed into your body and acts as a natural perfume? That’s why I always smell it before I eat it to make sure that’s what I want to smell like"

"Fucksometimes you actually cananother fro ers and I put the piece inoutHe stays close even after I drain the liquid from the lemon He puckers his own lips and I know exactly what he’s thinking When I finish I take another quarter and hold it up for hiood" He holds his hands up

"Please try it It tastes like leeration "If I do you’re going to owe me"

I pop up on my toes "I’ll let you pretend to be Tom Sawyer"

"Huck Finn and you have a deal," he counters with a devilish grin

"You got it" I hold the fruit to his lips

Withonly hitches higher and so does his The oil crackles and splatters froical way down netic pull gets stronger with each day we spend together "I love you," I say softly

Suddenly there’s a tap at the glass doors from out in the family room I turn with a ju out on the deck--a silhouette of aadorable," Ben whispers inwho it is