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Sneak Peak

-Just for the record....I'm starving.

-You always are.

-More than usual.

-Okay then, I guess I have to make some of your favorite pancakes.

-You know my dad does that every Tuesday.

-Seriously?

-Yes, I had never told you before?

-No, never.

-Oh well now you know.

-That's so cute.

-"cute" says the person who plays chess and video games with her dad and dances with him.

-Shut up.

I slap him gently and get off the table. I run upstairs and search for the boxer briefs I know I have. I run back down and threw them at him.

-There you are.

I stare at him satisfied as he puts them on; basketball has really paid off for him.

-What are you looking at perv?

He comes closer and looks down at me; my forehead is on his chest region. He places his hands on my waist and kisses my forehead.

-Can I have my shirt back?

-Who is the perv now?

I take off the shirt and give it to him. I watch him looking up and down my body and he licks his bottom lip. I walk to the living room making sure that I sway my hips slowly and sexily. When I find his sweater I wear it and walk back into the kitchen. He hadn't stopped watching me.

-What do you want your sweater too?

-It won't matter in a while.

He closes an eye at me and sits on a chair resting his chin on his arms.

-You are not going to help, are you?

He shook his head and closed his eyes for a little. I turn around and start getting every ingredient that I will need. Milk, flour, eggs, butter and baking powder. I had just poured the flour, the baking powder and the milk in a bowl when I felt a push down in my lower back and a grip around my hips.

-You are so sexy when you are cooking.

He whispered and bitted my neck. I turn around and kissed him gently.

-If I wasn't hungry I could make bad things to you right now.

His eyes were full with desire.

-Look who became a man in one night, aw my little Rhettiee.

-That was a hit below the belt. Ouch.

-I'm just kidding, I like it.

He kissed my forehead and turned me around again. He sat in the closest chair and put his head on the table. When the mixture was ready I started scoop butter in the pan and making the pancakes he loved so much. I served them with syrup and chocolate.

-You are spoiling me.

-That's my job.

He grabs me and sits me on his laps.

-Don't you want some?

After five minutes the pancakes were long gone and our bellies popped out.

-I feel so sleepy now.

-Let's lay down then.

I take his hand and lead him to the living room in the pile of sheets and pillows that was supposed to be our bed yesterday.