He cooks well. I admit that.

"I’ll wash the dishes, since you cooked." I said after eating. I immediately cleaned up the table and he just watched me while a glass of water was on his hands.

I felt his presence on my back as I began to wash the dishes at the sink. His broad chest rubbed against my back while he put down the glass on the sink. I acted as if it was nothing.

My senses were awakened when his palm glided from my buttocks to my breasts. I didn’t do anything and focused on washing ...