Then again, they'd done it three times. In three different places. Melinda couldn't shove Caleb out the door when it was amazing he could walk. It was amazing she could walk. He was an inventive lover, but he had to stop cooking for her.
She tugged on a robe, wincing at the spots on her body that were sore. Muscles she didn't know she had screamed as she moved. Her thighs sported whisker burn from his emphatic licking of her.
Her body shivered at the memory. s*x had never been this good and she would miss it, but this had to stop.
She entered the kitchen with a firm purpose. She stopped dead when she saw that Caleb had made waffles. Not just bacon and eggs that any schmo could do. No, these were waffles and her kitchen smelled like Heaven.
Shit. She loved waffles and rarely made the
