Forty-six
Brandon’s hand travels up my thighs, I stifle a moan and place my palm over his to stop him from going further. He snakes an arm around my waist, pulls me to himself and I let out a small yelp at how easy it is for him to carry me. I pout as my butt connects with his laps and he steals a kiss from me.
"Did you like it?" His eyes dart to the empty but stained plates on the dining table and I nod. My husband is the best chef in town. "Do you want to show your appreciation?"
He tugs on the hem of my blue T-shirt, my arm goes around his neck and we stare into each other’s eyes until his hands find their way inside my shirt. His cold palms against my belly as they begin a slow climb up to the perky mounds protected by my bra has shivers trickling down my spine.