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"Mmm, that we do," I agree, letting my fingers trail lightly up her arm. "But I think we can spare a moment, don't you?"

Claire's eyes flutter closed as my touch ignites sparks across her skin. "Jax..." she breathes, my name a plea and a warning all at once.

I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. She smells like cinnamon and desire, an intoxicating combination that makes my head spin. Fuck, I’m drowning. "God, you're irresistible," I groan, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her racing pulse. “I bet you're sweet as maple syrup aren’t you, sugar?”

A soft whimper escapes her, and I feel her melting into me, her resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensation. Emboldened, I let my hands roam her curves, mapping the dips and swells of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.

Claire arches into my touch, a breathy moan falling from her lips as I cup her breast, kneading the soft flesh. Her nipple pebbles against my palm, and I can't resist giving it a light pinch, relishing the way she jerks and gasps in response.

"You like that, sweetheart?" I rasp, my voice rough with need. "You like it when I touch you?"

"Yes," she hisses, grinding her hips against me, seeking friction. "God, yes."

I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as our tongues tangle and dance. She tastes like heaven, sweet and addictive, and I know I'll never get enough. My hands find the hem of her skirt, slipping beneath to stroke the silky skin of her thighs.

Claire's hands fist in my hair, holding me to her as she kisses me back with abandon. I can feel the heat of her through her thin panties, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to rip them away and bury myself inside her right here in the kitchen.

But I want to savor this, to take my time worshipping every inch of her until she's writhing and desperate, until she forgets her own name. Reluctantly, I break the kiss, my breathing ragged as I rest my forehead against hers.

"Later," I promise, my voice a dark whisper full of sinful intent. "After dinner, I'm going to spread you out on my bed and feast on you until you scream."

Claire shudders, her eyes glazed with lust as she stares up at me. "

Claire shudders, her eyes glazed with lust as she stares up at me. "Promises, promises," she murmurs breathlessly, a coy smile playing at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips.

I chuckle, low and dark, my fingers still teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "Oh, I always keep my promises, sweetheart. You'll see."

With a supreme effort of will, I force myself to step back, putting a modicum of distance between us before I lose control entirely and take her right here against the kitchen counter. My cock throbs painfully, straining against my zipper, but I ignore it.

There will be time enough for that later. For now, I intend to revel in the delicious anticipation, to let the tension build until it's a living, breathing thing between us.

Claire takes a shaky breath, smoothing her hands over her skirt in a futile attempt to compose herself. "We should...we should get back to work," she says, but her voice lacks conviction.

"Mmm, I suppose we should," I agree, though I make no move to do so. Instead, I let my gaze travel over her leisurely,drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the way her nipples press against the thin fabric of her blouse. "Wouldn't want to leave our guests unsatisfied, now would we?"

The double entendre hangs heavy in the air between us, and Claire's breath hitches. "No," she says softly, her eyes locked on mine. "No, we wouldn't want that."

Slowly, deliberately, I reach out and trail a finger along the delicate line of her collarbone, relishing the way she shivers at my touch. "Then let's get to it," I murmur, my voice a velvet caress. "We've got a feast to prepare."

And oh, what a feast it will be. The thought of finally tasting her, of burying myself in her sweet heat and feeling her come undone around me, is almost more than I can bear. But I am a patient man, and I know that the wait will only make the eventual payoff that much sweeter.

For now, I content myself with stolen glances and fleeting touches as we work side by side, our bodies brushing tantalizingly as we move around the kitchen. Every accidental caress, every heated look, only serves to stoke the flames of my desire, until I'm practically vibrating with the need to claim her.

By the time the turkey is in the oven and the side dishes are prepped, I'm wound tighter than a bowstring, my control fraying at the edges. Claire seems to sense it, her own movements growing more languid, more deliberately provocative as the day wears on.

As she reaches up to grab a spice from the top shelf, her blouse rides up to reveal a tantalizing strip of skin at her waist.

My throat goes dry.

Claire's blouse inches up higher as she stretches for the spice jar, exposing the smooth expanse of her lower back. My breath catches at the tantalizing glimpse of bare skin. Without thinking, I step up behind her, my chest pressing against her back as I easily reach the jar she was straining for.

"Here, let me help with that," I murmur, my lips grazing her ear. She shivers, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips as she leans back into me. I set the spice aside, my hands coming to rest on her hips, fingers teasing along the waistband of her skirt.

"Jax..." she breathes, half warning, half plea. I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, drinking in her intoxicating scent.

"You smell incredible," I rasp, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. "Good enough to eat."

Claire whimpers, tilting her head to give me better access even as she weakly protests. "We can't...the turkey..."

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