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What Happens at a Buffet….
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“A kiss?” came the somewhat hesitant response.
“Mmmhmm, just a little kiss and I’ll let you go,” he told her as he reached up and cupped her face in his hands.
“There was never a pan of fried chicken, was there?” she whispered softly as she stepped closer.
“There might have been.”
“Might have been?”
“There’s a good possibility that there was,” he said as he pressed a kiss just below her lips.
“Then why aren’t you out there?” she asked, placing her hands on his chest seconds before she fisted his shirt and used her hold to pull herself closer.
“Because I’d much rather be in here with you.”
He felt her lips grow into a pleased smile as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “Your parents are planning on picking up the kids and taking them out for dinner,” she said, brushing her lips against his.
“What are you suggesting?” he asked, pulling her closer so that he could run his hands down her back until he was cupping her bottom and pulling her closer to make sure that she knew just how much he wanted her.
He’d made love to her all night, taking her in every way imaginable, barely getting an hour of sleep before he’d been forced to get up and get the kids off to school. After all these years he shouldn’t feel this desperate to be inside her again, but he was.
“Why don’t we go home?” she suggested in a seductive whisper as she kissed his chin.
He chuckled weakly as he used his hold on her bottom to lift her off the floor. As he turned around to press her up against the door, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “What if I can’t wait that long?”
“What if you can’t?”
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