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Case?
Urgent?
In the kitchen? On the counter? With her robe half-off?
Raj arched a single, highly suspicious, brow, before Kushal quickly replaced the empty jug with a filled one.
“I may not have married, beta…” Raj added with a wicked grin, “but I am old, not blind. Don’t test my intelligence. Whatever was happening here was nowhere close to legal discussion.”
Arundhati smacked her palm to her face.
Kushal bit back a laugh, failing miserably.
“Anyways, goodnight to both of you,” Raj said, almost turning away, still smiling. “And please…” He paused dramatically at the doorway. “Do the rest of yourcaseworkin the bedroom. The kitchen is sacred. Respect the food.”
The moment he walked away, Arundhati groaned into her palms.
“I’ll die in embarrassment. I swear, I will never let you step into this kitchen again when I’m doing my chores. All because of you.”
Kushal chuckled, slid his hands around her thighs again, and lifted her as if she weighed nothing.
“You can avoid me in the kitchen tomorrow.” He kissed her jaw. “But tonight? You’re mine.”
She looped her arms around his neck as he carried her through the hallway, her robe slipping further with each step, heat curling between them and multiplying faster.
The moment the bedroom door shut, Kushal’s mouth crashed onto hers…hungry, relieved, almost desperate, like he’d waited all day to breathe her in.
Her fingers dove into his hair.
His hands slid under her robe and claimed her waist.
The robe slipped off her shoulders, pooling silently at her feet.
Then the nightdress.
Then his T-shirt, then everything else, until they were nothing but skin and heat and years of love pressed together.
They collapsed into the sheets…tangled, breathless, kissing like it was the first night all over again and the thousandth all at once.
Years of marriage.
Years of knowing every inch of each other.
And still…this.
He hovered over her, skin to skin, his lips trailing down her cheek, the corner of her jaw, the curve of her throat.
She felt his palm glide along her waist, up her ribs, each touch making her toes curl against the sheets.
Everything else faded when his mouth trailed down south, tracing the valley between her breasts, then lower between her legs where she ached for him.
A sinful warmth shot through her body as Kushal explored her with his fingers and mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair again, guiding him closer. He touched hereverywhere, placed open-mouthed kisses everywhere, not in a rush…but sinfully slow…like he wanted to rediscover her inch by inch.
Soon, the room was filled with her soft moans as his mouth worked hard to pleasure his wife, reminding her exactly who she belonged to.
And who belonged to her.
Hours later, when they finally fell still, limbs entwined, breath steadying, Arundhati rested her cheek against his chest.
