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“I could get used to this,” I say.
“Well, don’t. I fully intend on making sure you are the one doing all the cooking in this relationship,” she says, laughing.
“That’s fine with me. As long as I’m reaping the rewards,” I say, smirking.
“You’re dirty.” She laughs, smacking me with a dishtowel.
“Have you heard from Kins today?” I ask.
“Yeah, she called me about a half hour ago. She said she was staying with J tonight. Why?”
“I had a strange run-in with Foster Adams, one of her professors, and I wanted to talk to her about it,” I say, taking a drink.
“Well, it’s just me and you tonight,” Sophia says, walking around the bar, pressing her lips against mine.
“I like the sound of that,” I say, pinching her ass.
“None of that until you finish eating,” she warns.
I get up, helping her move the pans and plates to the table before we sit down.
“I think you cooked for thirty people,” I say, looking up and down the table.
“Yeah, portion control is not my thing,” she says, shrugging.
“There are always people coming in and out of this house. You won’t have any issue finding someone to eat what’s left,” I tell her.
“How did it go at the University?” she asks.
“It went great. Dave offered me a job in the history department. He also asked if I’d be interested in training to take his position,” I say, smiling.
“Knox! That is amazing. Why didn’t you lead with all this good news?” she asks, getting up from her chair and throwing her arms around me.
“You distracted me with your cooking,” I say, laughing.
She pulls back, looking into my eyes. “I’m seriously so happy for you. You deserve everything that’s happening for you right now.” She leans down, kissing me deeply.
My hands snake up her back, and I pull her to me until she straddles my lap.
Her body instinctively rocks against mine.
“What about waiting until after you eat?” I ask, smirking against her lips.
“Fuck that,” she says.
I grip her waist, standing up, walking over to sit her down on the counter.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.
“Finishing something I started a long time ago,” I say, referring to the night I teased her on this kitchen counter.
Fire burns in her eyes. “Knox.” She moans, leaning back against her hands.
I pull her shorts off, biting back a groan when I see that she isn’t wearing anything under them.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I tell her, watching her open herself up to me.
“I want dessert before dinner tonight,” I say, before leaning down and running my tongue across her inner thigh.
