Move

Chance

We moved around the kitchen in tandem. Lilly begged for a casual night and I couldn’t refuse her. The music played quietly through the speakers, while she stood, cutting vegetables for our salad.

Wearing one of my shirts that came down to her knees, her dark locks cascading wildly down her back and barefoot, she looked magnificent. Like a woman that belonged in my home. Her bare feet moved to the rhythm of the music and my chest grew warm at the sight.

Looking over her shoulder, her gaze met mine. The collar was slipping off her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of her ivory smooth skin.

“How are you doing with the lettuce?” she asked.

I let out a dry breath at her bossy tone. “All done, boss.”

Tossing the chopped up greens into her bowl, I walked up behind her and slid a palm beneath the hem of her shirt, then rubbed her bare ass cheek.

“We could eat in bed.” I nibbled on the sensitive spot below her ear, enjoying the smell of me on her skin.

She chuckled. “We’ll get to bed eventu