We passed the grand staircase, but he turned left toward the kitchen, the heart of the house where I'd spent mornings scrubbing counters and evenings prepping his meals. Tonight, it would be something else entirely.
He flickered on the overhead light, the stainless steel gleaming under it like an invitation. “Start here,” he said, his voice rough from our earlier exertions. “Those counters could use a good wipe-down.”
I nodded, slipping my panties off completely and kicking them aside, the cool tile biting into my bare feet. I grabbed a rag from the sink, but my movements were deliberate, hips swaying as I leaned over the island, letting my skirt hike up to expose my ass and the slickness between my thighs.
He circled me like a predator, eyes raking over my body. I felt his stare on my
