Cooking for Two

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“Hey, thanks again for this, Anna. I really appreciate it.” I leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, watching as my three kids scrambled across the street to my neighbour’s backyard. Their home away from home.

Quick hug and my neighbour quips, “Oh, I know you do. And I’ll appreciate it when you have the girls next weekend.” She shot me a wink and waved over her head at me. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, baby cakes!”

“Thanks, Anna. I love having no limits!” I laughed my way back into the house, turning the music up and tying my favourite sunflower apron around my trim waist. I smoothed down the ruffles on the retro apron and switched the oven on.

Tray with a mouthwatering beef wellington I’d made for our fifteenth wedding anniversary went into the preheated oven. Mashed potatoes, bacon-wrapped asparagus, and a side salad completed the meal.

While the meat cooked, I ran upstairs, quickly showered and dolled myself up. I giggled and tied the apron back on. Hair in a perfectly dishevelled up-do, I applied a light face of make-up and slid on a pair of kitten heels. I couldn’t wait for Tucker to come home. The man wasn’t going to know what hit him.

An hour later, the beef wellington rested on the stovetop and the potatoes and asparagus warmed in the newly empty oven. I tossed the salad and finished setting the table as Tucker’s key turned the lock and his whiskey-smooth voice called out, “Something smells delicious, angel.”

I looked up at him from the other side of the kitchen island, a sexy smile moving across my face. “Hey, handsome. How was your day?”

He licked his lips and moved around the granite counter, heated gaze taking a long, leisurely trip down to my red-tipped toes and back up to my smokey eyes. Heat pooled between my thighs. I peered up at him through my lashes. Bit my lip. Shivered when his hand landed on my lower back.

“That’s a beautiful apron, angel.”

“You like it?” I couldn’t hold back my grin as his hand skated over my bare ass, then smacked it. “I like that.”

He leaned, nuzzled my ear and kissed my shoulder. His low growl of approval tightened my nipples. Thank goodness dinner was done. I was hungry for something else right then.

Tucker turned me in his arms and claimed my mouth. His tongue swiped my bottom lip, demanding entry. Hungry for a taste of him, I gasped and he dove in. Desire coated my thighs. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the counter. He stepped between my knees, pushing them apart, and cupping my cheeks in his hands.

“Oh, angel. Thank you for such a lovely anniversary treat.” He dipped under my apron skirt and dropped a kiss to each thigh, then left a trail up until his nose nudged my swollen folds. Deep breath. Low moan of appreciation. Shiver of anticipation.

He dragged his tongue through my creamy centre. “Fuck, Tuck. Please.” I slid my hips forward, pulling his head into me. He lapped and licked at me. Sipped from my fountain of lust and slipped two fingers deep into me. He dragged them over that elusive bundle of nerves deep inside me.

My legs quivered and shook. I panted out, “Yes, there. Fuck. Please. Please.” Fingers gripped his hair and I screamed out his name as my desire filled his mouth.

A quiet chuckle rumbled my core. Another wave washed over me. I fell back onto the counter. The salad bowl crashed to the floor below. Tucker kissed just above each knee and straightened my apron back into place. He licked his fingers cleans and dropped a kiss to my lips.

I mewled at my taste in his kiss. He grinned and deepened the kiss, dragging me into his arms and up the stairs. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms locked behind his neck. I dappled his jaw and neck with kisses. Pulled him down onto the bed with me.

He rolled us over, straddling me over his hips. I swirled my hips over him. He tilted his up into me. I leaned down and crashed my lips to his.

Goddamn, I hope Anna has as much fun on her date night.