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    Some salt, some pepper, and.
You know what, I dipped my finger into the simmering pot, tasted like carrots
and potatoes – perfect. I wiped my fingers on my jeans and that’s when the doorbell
rang.
    He had a black leather jacket
on, white trainers, a bouquet of red flowers, and a smile that said: I’m here
to read you the seven o’clock news I’m that hot. Before I could tell him how
handsome he looked, he came in, threw the flowers on the floor, and scooped me
up. His mouth tasted of cold mint.
    ‘Want one?’ He asked. I
blushed; he must’ve noticed my eyes locked onto his lips. I pushed him away.
    ‘Not when dinner’s almost
ready.’ I picked up the flowers. ‘What’s the point of getting me these if you
just throw them on the floor?’ He took them from my hand.
    And threw them back down. ‘Just
a distraction for–’ I chortled as he scooped me up again ‘–you like my
distraction?’ Our lips touched. This time I didn’t just get a hint of his minty
lips but swallowed him whole. The hairs on my neck tingled. My chest warmed. I
felt like pushing him away but couldn’t. He squeezed my hips, whispering how
much he likes it, and clasped both hands under my behind. I don’t like where
he’s taking me. The staircase cracked. I grabbed hold of the beam.
    ‘And where you think you’re
going mister?’ What was it about his hair that made my legs go numb? Maybe it’s
the color, an autumn red; maybe it’s the way it’s slicked back. I’ll go for the
last one.
    ‘Want me to stop?’ I hated that
question. It was like giving a toddler a chocolate and taking it away and then
asking, “Hey, want me to take it away?” He knew what he was doing. And it was
working. Dammit, I told my body to calm down. It did the opposite. We kissed.
    ‘Gu-ess tha-t a no.’ He said in
my mouth. While he kissed the funnel of my breasts, I thought of the soup. Was
the stove off? Think it was. Would I care if it burned? Not really. It was on a
low heat – not like the house was going to burn down.
    ‘Your breasts smell of lavender.’
I raised my eyebrows. He hit the spot head on.
    ‘I had a shower before you–’
    ‘Shut up and kiss me.’ Fine
with me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and dug my nails into the back
of his neck.
    He kicked the door open. We
laughed into my bedroom. I was waiting for him to throw me on the bed – like he
always did. But instead, he held me in front of it and kissed me. Each time our
tongues twirled and sucked, my heart grew lighter. I asked him to bite my neck.
He said no . I asked him to bite my lips. He said no . I asked him
to meet me halfway and suck on my lower lip. He said no . Each no made
me want to slide my hands down his body toward the only place where I know I
can turn that no into a yes . And I think that’s where he wanted
me to go. It was the way he stared at me, a look he usually gave me at work
while I’m busy taking calls and writing notes. I bit the tip of my tongue and
asked him to lower me. He didn’t say no.
    I’m feeling dangerous. Why
satisfy his craving when he declined mine? And he didn’t even ask. I gritted my
teeth.
    ‘And that look?’
    ‘You know,’ I ran my finger
down his chest, ‘maybe you should ask me again.’ He smiled. Was he
contemplating it? How dare he? So he wants to play it hard. Fine with me. I
opened my mouth wide enough for him to see my tongue playing with my insides,
and then I ran my finger down his chest; until I grabbed hold of his ever
expanding bulge. I’m going to enjoy teasing him.
    ‘Get on the bed.’ Before he
could do it himself I pushed him. He fell with a grin. I looked at his lips
with a hunger that was impossible to sate; four days of sucking that minty
flesh wouldn’t suffice. I stretched my neck and felt a bead of sweat trickle.
Think my breasts needed fresh air. I looked at my shirt and felt my legs wet. I
was either turning myself on or it was his bulge in my peripheral that did