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wanted him to tell her it was ok, that he understood she was a little forgetful sometimes, that dishes weren’t her thing and he’d deal with them.  But even as the thoughts raced through her mind, she didn’t really want him to do or say any of those things.  As much as she was stinging from her scolding, as embarrassed as she was, he had just said and done everything exactly right. 
     
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    When Scott returned home at 6:15 he walked in to a delectable aroma.  The table was set with candles, and the kitchen was spotless except for some bowls waiting for whatever it was that was cooking on the stove.  He poked his head in the living room and saw it too had been straightened up and vacuumed again.
    Trotting up the stairs he walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and all her many jars and bottles were gone.  The counter had been wiped down and the towels were folded neatly in two separate piles: one for him and one for her.  Stripping quickly he stepped under the water and washed off his day.  He was smiling.  Amazing what a little lecture could do.  He wondered how it would be when he really started laying down the law.
    Dressing in sweats he returned to the bedroom and saw the bag from Nordstroms on the bed.  Peering inside he found two new T-shirts, and a note.
     
    Sorry again, Scotty. 
    Here are two –
    Love you heaps ––
    Emily
    XXX
     
    “Is that ok?” she asked, her voice soft, coming from behind him. 
    He turned and saw her standing in the doorway of their closet.  She was wearing a sheer baby blue shirt with chest pockets that covered her breasts, and a short, white skirt. 
    “It certainly is.  Thank you,” he smiled.  “Come here, you naughty girl.”
    She ran across to him and buried her head in his chest, hugging him tightly.
    “I’m so sorry,” she breathed.  “I’m just lazy and foolish sometimes.”
    “I know, but not anymore, right?” he said, firmly.
    “Right.  I promise.”
    He grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her head back.  Her eyes stared up at him, and lowering his lips to hers he kissed her gently, then pressed harder, and harder still, until he was devouring her mouth.  When he pulled back, still clutching her locks tightly, she was breathless and her eyes were sparkling.
    “Whatever is cooking smells so good – can it wait for a little while?” he asked, his voice husky.
    “Uh huh,” she replied.
    “Good,” he whispered, and releasing her hair dropped his hands to the back of her skirt and slowly lowered the zipper.  He heard her gasp as it fell to the floor.  His hands grabbed her naked bottom, squeezing her cheeks.
    “Scott,” she whimpered, “ ooohhhh....”
    Placing his arms around her thighs, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, and sat her next to him.
    “I have something to tell you,” he said, staring at her intently. 
    She felt her pulse quicken.  There was something in his eyes – something very, very sexy.
    “Actually, I’m not going to tell you, I’m going to show you,” he said softly, and before she could think, he pulled her across his lap.
    “ Aaarghh!” she cried.  “What are you doing?”
    “Shush,” he said, caressing her bottom.  “I think you’ll really enjoy this.”
    Knowing she was waiting for – dying for – his hand to smack her pretty cheeks, he instead slithered his fingers between her sex. 
    “Baby, you’re very wet,” he crooned, sinking them, exploring her.  “Very!”
    “Oooh, Scott,” she groaned, wiggling in an effort to press against his fingers.
    “You know, Emily, your ass looks very spankable,” he exclaimed, as if noticing it for the first time.  “Would you like me to spank you a little bit?”
    He knew he was teasing her, driving her crazy, and that was exactly what he wanted to do.
    “If you want,” she squeaked, feeling incredibly foolish over his knees.
    “Perhaps just a bit,” he said, dropping his hand down on her