Jena
I can't think past his hands on me, his lips smashed against mine. It has been years since I had felt his touch and I craved it all. John picks me up and starts to carry me to my room, but the scent of eggs breaks through my lust filled haze and I quickly push him away. "Wait! The eggs are going to burn!" I shout and he groans, but puts my feet back on the ground. I quickly run to the stove and take the pan off, cursing when I see that I was too late, the eggs had already burned. Dammit, so much for making him breakfast in bed. "Just let me clean this and then we can go to the bed." I tell him, but he only chuckles and takes the pan from my hands.
"Or we can just leave this right here as it will still be there when I am done with you." He says, placing the pan next to the sink.
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