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“That’s more like it.” He grins and swats my ass. “Hungry?”
“Always,” I giggle.
“Well, come on. I brought food.”
He grabs my hand and leads me to the living room, where he has a couple of plates set out.
“Did you cook?” I ask.
“Yep. I whipped it up before I came over. Porkchops, mashed potatoes, and corn. Nothing fancy, but it’s something.”
“Nothing fancy? Joe, you literally got off work and cooked just to bring it over here to eat. You should have just said you were cooking, and I would have come to you.”
He shrugs. “You wanted to be here. Either way, I was going to cook. It’s no extra trouble carrying it across the yard.”
He gestures for me to sit down. Once both seated, we dig in. And it’s just as impressive as everything else he’s cooked for me. I devour every bite while we talk about our days. Jonas’s days are so jam-packed full, I’m surprised he ever had time to do the office work I’m doing now.
Once we’ve finished eating, I gather our plates and take them into the kitchen. I rinse them and put them in the dishwasher, and the moment I bend over, I feel Jonas grab a handful of my ass.
“Okay, beautiful, where do you want me?”
“Huh?” I ask, hoping he’s about to suggest we fuck right here in the kitchen.
“To start unpacking. Where do you want me to start unpacking?”
Damn.
“Oh, I was working in the bedroom before you came. I guess we can go back in there.”
He gives a playful scoff. “Man, you’ll do anything to get me into your bedroom.”
A wide grin spreads across my face as I return a swat to his ass as he walks out of the kitchen.
When we walk into the bedroom, he looks around at the boxes. “Where do you want me to start?” He asks.
“You don’t have to do anything. You’ve worked hard today. Just keep me company.” I smile.
“Oh, I don’t mind helping. What’s this box?”
“I think they’re just clothes that need to be hung up.”
“Any particular way you want them hung?”
“Nope. I’m pretty low-maintenance.” I wink.
He opens the box and pulls out a few of the hangers and clothes attached to them while I worked on folding clothes that go in my dresser drawers.
“So, now that you have your full wardrobe, does that mean you won’t be wearing your new flannel any time soon?” He asks.
I give him a coy smile. “We’ll see. I have to say the flannel is a lot more comfortable than I thought it’d be.”
“Hey, you pair a flannel shirt with some of those sexy-ass leggings you walk around in, and I’m a happy man.”
“You like the leggings, huh?” I ask.
“Are you kidding? I get to stare at your juicy ass with only some thin fabric covering it. Yes, I love your leggings…almost as much as those thongs of yours.”
It’s a strange feeling for me to hear someone paint me in asexylight. Sometimes, I’m not quite sure how to handle compliments. Don’t get me wrong, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, but I feel like on the outside, I just look awkward as hell.
