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Her brow lifted.
William wasn’t supposed to be home yet. He usually didn’t clock out until six-thirty, and it had barely hit six. She must’ve been too relaxed to notice his truck in the driveway after that spa appointment.
She smiled softly to herself, the lingering peace from her massage still wrapped around her body like a hug. William had been right. Taking the day off... unwinding... letting go. She hated to admit it, but it had been exactly what she—and their baby—needed. The prenatal massage, the peaceful atmosphere, the care they gave to expectant mothers like her. Sure, she didn’t look as pregnant as the other women there, but her body still carried the weight of exhaustion, and today gave her relief.
As she passed the staircase, the music got louder, drawing her toward the kitchen where warmth—and something else entirely—awaited.
The moment she stepped in, her laugh cracked through the air before she could stop it.
There he was.
William.
Standing over the stove like he was hosting a five-star cooking show... wearing nothing but a black apron and a matching chef hat tilted over his long locs.
And nothing else.
Completely naked.
Like God dropped him fresh into her kitchen, golden brown skin glowing beneath the recessed lights, every muscle flexing with casual perfection, tattoos—many of which she had inked herself—sprawled across his chest, arms, and back. His subtle facial hair framed a smile that could melt glaciers, and those dark brown eyes... they found her, smirked, and lit the whole room.
The scent of whatever he was cooking should’ve been the first thing to steal her attention, but it wasn’t.
It washim.
Her man. Her peace. Her forever.
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
The sound of her laughter pulled him from the stove, and when he turned around, his smile was as wide as her heart.
“You like what you see?” William asked, striking a ridiculous pose with a spatula in hand, flexing like he was posing for a magazine cover.
Ahzii nearly doubled over, laughter bubbling from her chest, filling the kitchen with warmth.
When she finally caught her breath, he closed the distance between them, cupping her face and brushing her lips with his own. The kiss started soft, tender... then deepened until her quiet moan melted into his mouth. His hands slid down, gripping her ass through her black tights, pulling her closer as his body spoke a language only she understood.
“Mhm,” he hummed against her lips, his eyes devouring every inch of her like it was the first time, yet loving her like it was the thousandth.
The way William looked at her wasn’t casual. It was home. It was devotion. It was a man who knew his entire world lived in her smile.
“I missed you,” she whispered, barely catching her breath before he kissed her again. He forced himself to pull away before his self-control snapped entirely.
“I missed you too.”
She bit her lip, eyes trailing down his body, slow and deliberate. “What’s all this?” Her gaze made it clear she wasn’t talking about dinner.
His muscles flexed beneath the black apron, every line and curve of him on display. Even the faint outline of his dick had her body remembering how much she craved him. And that look in his eyes... possessive, loving, hungry—it had her weak.
“Just cooking dinner for my beautiful wife,” he replied, wearing the smirk that made her fall for him over and over again.
She tried to focus. “It smells good. What you cooking?”
But her mind wasn’t on food.
“You’ll see soon enough,” he said, his voice dropping as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. “But right now... I need you to go upstairs and take those clothes off for me.”
The way he said it—low, commanding, full of heat—sent a shiver down her spine.
