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Fern

I leaned down and sniffed the warm muffins that were fresh from the oven.

“Wait until they have cooled a bit!” Kiy said, booping me on the nose as I stood up straight.

Once I’d told him about my muffin obsession, he hadn’t stopped making them. Trying each time to find the ideal muffin. I told him that all muffins were ideal. But that hadn’t stopped him from trying different recipes to find the perfect one. He’d even insisted on there being muffins at our wedding.

“Are you taking some into work?” I asked him, eyes still locked on the muffins.

“Yes, I’ve told Sable to stop by and grab one since he is in town.”

“It’ll be so nice to see them.”

Sable and Clarissa were visiting with their new baby, who was absolutely adorable. A boisterous little boy who loved hugs from everyone. I wrapped my arm around Kiy’s large waist and squeezed him tight. As I buried my head into his furry chest, he wrapped a large hand around the back of my neck, running his thumb down the side.

Tingles crept over my skin. We didn’t have time for what my body wanted. But I knew the thoughts were going to be distracting me for the rest of the day. And if I was going to be tormented, then I wanted him to suffer, too. I pulled away, leaning against the counter. He must have sensed what sort of mood I was in, as he got a wicked glint in his eye. “Fern, I have to go to work.”

“I know I just want to send you off with a repayment for the muffins I’m going to eat today.”

“A repayment?”

“Something you like the taste of.” I pulled up my flowy dress and reached into my underwear. I held eye contact with Kiy as I slid a finger inside myself and then pulled it out. His hands clenched tightly as I walked over to him as seductively as I could and then wiped my finger across his bottom lip. He sucked his lip in, and his eyes flicked closed as he tasted me.

“Have a good day at work, Kiy.”

His eyes shot open. His pupils were so big I could barely see the normal brown. I’d gone too far. There was no way he was heading into work right now. I turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

“Come back, wife.”

“Catch me first, husband.” His heavy footsteps thundered behind me as I turned and headed for the stairs. I made it to the bed just in time for him to leap after me. I squealed as he landed over me, arms outstretched to make sure he didn’t crush me. Unexpectedly, he then rolled over onto his back with a grin.

“What’s this?” I said, looking at him being smug on his back.

“You started this. You can put the work in.”

“Work? Isn’t that where you are meant to be right now?”

“I’m not going until you’ve ridden me to within an inch of my life, sweet wife.”

I pretended to think. “Well, it would be terrible for you to miss an entire day of work.”

“Exactly.”

I pulled off my underwear and climbed on top of him before unzipping his pants. I lowered myself until the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance. “Although, maybe I should go and eat a muffin for energy first.” I began raising back up, but his hands clamped around my waist.

“If you leave now, I’ll never make another muffin for the rest of my life.”

I laughed. It was a lie, and we both knew it. I lowered down again, playing along. “Well, in that case, I’d better get on with it. For the muffins.” I let my weight slide me onto him and he let out a rough groan. “Yes, For the muffins.”

The End.

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