Aubrey
I am cleaning up after dinner, Everett’s eyes burning into my back. He offered to help, but I declined. It’s hard to focus while he is staring. I hear the chair move against the floor, and soon, his footsteps approach from behind. The second he is behind me, a shudder runs through me. Closing my eyes, I draw in a breath, trying to keep it together. He rests one hand on my hip, and the warmth of his breath fans my skin. I moan softly, and he dances his warm lips over my neck. I lean back against him, gripping onto the edge of the counter.
“I think the cleaning is done,” he rasps, his hold on my hip tightening.
“Hmm.” Is my only reply.
Everett brings me around to face him, staring down at me with a look I’ve become familiar with recently—a look of lust. I swallow hard, and he p
