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plate on the countertop before she simply stood there quietly. When she leaned over the kitchen sink and washed the rest of the food on the plate down the drain she felt the heat of his body before his hands even touched her.
                  Strong, warm hands slid slowly up her sides and circled around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace. His face was buried in the nook of her neck, nibbling lightly on the thin skin below her ear. She couldn’t resist it, let out a faint gasp, and closed her eyes as the tip of his nose traced the path his lips had just taken.
                  “Kinky things don’t have to happen behind closed doors, in fancy clubs, or in expensive lingerie. Honestly, I’d prefer you without anything underneath your clothes rather than knowing your body is covered up tightly in underwire and lace. Watching your nipples pucker up underneath your shirt or feeling how wet you get through the fabric of your pants when I rub my hands between your thighs are way beyond exciting. It amazes me how lingerie stores stay so successful? Just more things to take off your body until I have you the way I want to. The way I want to see you. Without a single thread going across your soft skin, nothing to stop my hands sliding over you, and nothing interrupting my tongue tasting you.”
                  Her breath stayed shallow and short, and his hands moved slowly up to cup her swelling breasts softly. Then one of his thumbs went up to flick lightly over her nipple, tightening it even harder, if possible.
                  “Kinky things can happen in the laundry room on a Thursday afternoon using a broom handle, or next to a car parked in my shop during lunch hour, or in the check-out line at the grocery store during a busy day. I think you’re underestimating my ability to find and give you pleasure at any place or time of the day.”
                  Without a chance to respond to his sultry statement, one of his hands left its light cupping of her breast and joined hers in the warm water filling the sink. Collecting a few soap bubbles on his fingers he gently traced them up her arms until there were no more left, and his hand had to move back into the water and scoop up more. His index finger balanced a large bubble on its tip, and with a slow move, making sure her eyes followed his hand, he placed the bubble lightly on her right nipple letting her t-shirt damp under the soapy water.
                  “Broom handle…” She suddenly said, breaking the bubbly seduction of her nipple. His large wet hand covered her breast completely, letting the fabric of her shirt soak in the sudsy wetness, making her nipple poke hard at his palm.
                  “Out of everything I’ve done to you right now, that’s what stuck to your mind?” He said, trying to sound assaulted, but failed miserably as he kissed her neck once more, squeezing her breast firmer with his hand.
                  “I’m just… what on earth can you do with a broom handle?” She kept her eyes shut, but felt his lips grow wider creating a smile at her neck, before he mumbled low into her skin dividing her hair apart with his nose.
                  “The possibilities are endless, sweetheart.”
                  “But…” She started getting antsy under his continuous teasing of her breast, but he cut her off.
                  “When do you do laundry?” He mumbled into her hair at the back of her head.
                  “When I’m out of clean things to wear.” She mustered to answer, before releasing a groan from him pinching her nipple between his fingers.
                  “Let me rephrase that. What day will you do laundry this week?” Pinching her harder, he let his other hand grab her tighter around the waist. Holding her steady against his body, pressing his erection into her