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She rolled her eyes and climbed the steps into the kitchen. "What's for dinner, dear." She gave him a wink. "The moment I opened the car door I could smell heaven."
He lifted up his arms and leaned his face closer to his armpits and sniffed. "Huh, didn't realize that's what I was wearing today."
Kay gave him a playful shove. "Silly man."
As she moved past him, he gave her a soft open-handed smack on her butt.
"Go on, honey," he chuckled, "get showered and by the time you're done, dinner will be on the table."
She paused at the corner before she dipped out of sight. "This is so domestic."
She heard him call after her.
"It's part of the reason you love me!"
Kay stopped for a moment, just out of sight and nodded.
She sure did.
And she was going to tell him, soon.
She just wanted to plan it a little and make it really special because Gibson deserved someone making a fuss over him for a change.
Gibson loved watching Kay eat.
No, he didn't have a feeding fetish or anything like that.
But he loved to see her eat the meals that he'd prepared for them because the way that she enjoyed his food made him feel like a damn hero for putting food on a plate.
It was quite a bit different from cooking for the other firefighters who seemed to grumble over pretty much anything that he produced, just because they thought it was funny.
It kind of was, but he loved seeing her enjoy the food he made.
Just the sight of her wrapping her lips around a forkful of food that he'd made did more for him than anything else.
It got him hard.
Okay, so maybe he did have a food fetish of some kind.
That night, he'd made her a chicken piccata with lemon sauce and garlic bread.
He was beginning to know her eating habits as well as he knew her body.
She'd torn a piece of garlic bread in half and bitten off a mouthful of the buttery bread and moaned loud enough that his dick thickened in his jeans.
She continued on, cutting the chicken into thick bite-sized pieces and ate a few mouthfuls before she stopped to talk.
"No wonder people talk about firefighters and eating."
He nearly choked on the bite of food in his mouth, coughing to keep it out of his lungs. "What?"
"Sorry." Kay was laughing, her hand and napkin over her mouth. "It's something I heard on Top Chef."
He opened his eyes wider at that. "On what?"
"Top Chef." She sat back in her chair, bringing one knee up to her chest as she looked at him across the table. "They were in Boston for a season and the chefs had to cook at a restaurant where... I think it was an old fire station. And along with the hosts there were firefighters and police there."
"Oh," he swallowed a bite and smiled, "I bet that was funny."
