Page 96 of Against The Rules

“Pervert,” she yells back, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

She’s not wrong, though. When it comes to her, I want to do all sorts of things. I want to watch her fall apart over and over again, under my mouth, my hands, with my cock deep inside her.

I shake my head, trying to clear it, and pull on my own clothes.

The chicken’s done, a little bit past done, according to my timer, but when I pull it onto the platter, it’s still succulent enough.

“I’m glad you told me to turn off the burner,” I tell her.

The fridge light illuminates her face, and she winks at me. “I had ideas I needed to work out… with my… business partner.”

I pause slicing the chicken breast. “You almost said husband.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Did not.” She stands on her tiptoes, retrieving a bottle of dressing from the top fridge shelf.

“Yeah, you did, wifey.”

She tilts her head down, glaring at me, though the effect is ruined by her gorgeous grin. “You have wine in here, do you want some?”

“Nah, practice is already going to be a bitch without me drinking. Help yourself, though.”

“I’m okay. Water’s fine with me.”

“Dark or white meat?” I ask her, still working my way through the bird. “Damn, I outdid myself. Look at this breast.”

“And here I was, thinking it was my breasts you were interested in.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind tasting yours again.”

She lets out a low laugh, and I love the sound of it.

“Do you want the chicken?” I ask again because she still hasn’t answered. “Remember, you promised to taste-test.”

“I’ll take a little of both,” she finally answers, opening up a cabinet.

“Bottom left,” I say, continuing to carve it.

“Ah. Got it.” She pulls two plates out and hands them to me.

“I like this.”

“Chicken?”

“You, here. With me, for dinner. Feels… really good. Normal. Nights like this, after practice… it can be exhausting. It’s nice to have company. Your company.”

“It is nice,” she says. “Do you have salad tongs? Or something to serve it with?”

“Middle drawer.”

“Awesome. I’ll put it on the table.”

“How is the business coming?” I ask as I finally get the plates piled high with smoked chicken, spooning sauce next to it. “Have you decided on a name?”

“No, I am completely stuck. I need one, too, so I can get all the tax and legal stuff set up.” She sighs, putting some salad on my plate.

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