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about getting back into cooking and making her own frozen meals instead of buying the prepackaged ones.
    “Tate?” she asked as they loaded the bags into the back of his truck.
    “Yes, mate?”
    “If you’re working three jobs, when do you have time to cook?”
    He winked and smiled at her. “Cooking doesn’t have to take a lot of time if you’ve done the prep work ahead of time.”
    “Uh - huh,” she returned, not believing him. She remembered how she would slave for hours to fix a gourmet meal on a weekend, only to have her husband suck it down in five minutes during commercials without once acknowledging all the hard work that went into preparing it.
    Tate wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll have you weaned off those plastic meals in no time.”
    Before she could argue, he brushed a kiss over her temple before letting her go. She grabbed the side of the truck while her legs wobbled in reaction to his touch. He smiled and opened the door, as if he knew exactly how he affected her. Taking a deep breath, she climbed into the passenger’s seat and snapped her seat belt into place while he closed the door and walked around the front of the truck.
    As he drove home, Kimber tried to think of a way to bring Sunday’s family command appearance up.
    “Whatever it is, just say it,” Tate said, startling her.
    “How did you know I have something to talk to you about?”
    “Your fingers are all knotted together in your lap , and I can almost see the smoke from your brain worrying too hard on something. So spill it,” h e said, reaching over and laying one big hand on her thigh.
    She moaned when he squeezed her leg and slid his hand up her bare leg to the seam where leg met body. She gasped when he reached farther between her legs until the side of his little finger pressed against her clit through her thong.
    She spread her legs to give him easier access as her pussy filled and overflowed, amazed to find herself still. She had had more sex in the last few hours than during the last three years of her marriage.
    “Spill it, sugar, or I’m going to stop,” he threatened as he shifted his hand, his finger rubbing up and down between her puffy lower lips.
    “My mother, oooo,” she started but stopped when his hand shifted so the pads of his first two fingers stroked up and down the outsides of her slit, pressing the puffy lips together over and around her clit.
    “Go on,” he said. The touch of power in his voice had her melting even further into her seat.
    “She wants you — wants us — to come for dinner Sunday night. Ohhhhh,” she finished on a moan as the two fingers slid deeper between her legs. Dropping her head back against the headrest, she wiggled as the tips brushed against the opening of her pussy but did not go any further.
    When he did not answer, she rolled her head to look at him. Though he was concentrating on the light traffic around them, he also seemed to be deep in thought as his fingers continued to tease and tickle her wet, open entrance.
    “What time?” he finally asked as he turned into their neighborhood.
    “Everyone shows up at three, but we don’t usually eat until about five thirty,” she moaned as she gave in and grabbed his wrist and tried to force his fingers to go where she needed them.
    Instead he pulled his fingers away from her pussy. Kimber whined when he pulled his arm from her grip. Frowning at him, she watched as h e lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth, cleaning her juices from them. “Mmmm, good,” he said with a wink.
    Without answering her, he turned off the engine and climbed from the truck. He did not speak as they unloaded the groceries from the truck and stored them in the kitchen. Once they put all the food away, he went into his room and changed into another Petey’s Pizzas shirt. Instead of following him around like a lovesick schoolgirl, Kimber went into her office and turned on her computer to