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the cooking because I’m bored. Once my day got filled with taking care of our family and home, I’d realize how pointless the idea of me going to culinary school really was.
    I bent down to load the dishwasher and tried to clear my mind of disappointment. Standing back up I felt the heat of Will’s body behind me. I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t hear him come into the small space. His arms snaked their way around my waist.
    Nuzzling my neck, he said, “Don’t be mad at me.”
    “I’m not mad. Just disappointed.” I sighed.
    “Don’t I make you happy?”
    I turned, facing him. “Yes you make me happy. It’s not about us. It’s about me. I’ve never had a passion for anything.”
    Will teasingly cocked his brow, making light of what I was saying.
    I slapped his chest, annoyed. “I’m not joking. Maybe it is a phase. I don’t know. I just don’t understand why I can’t take a class or two and see what happens.”
    “Because you taking time away from us to chase a hobby was not the agreement.”
    From all our years together I knew it was pointless to continue this discussion. Will was stubborn and once he made up his mind that was that.
    Will leaned down and nibbled along my jaw as his hands slipped under my shirt. My body stiffened as I gave him a slight shove.
    “I’m not in the mood.”
    He continued nibbling, ignoring my mood. “I thought you weren’t mad.”
    “I need to put the food away and clean the kitchen,” I said, dodging his advances, and turned back toward the dishwasher.
    Placing his hands on either side of me, Will gripped the edge of the countertop and rubbed his already hard dick against my ass. The thin material of his sweatpants and my yoga pants were flimsy barriers.
    “Will, knock it off. I have stuff to do.”
    He brushed my hair to the side and lowered his lips to the nape of my neck. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
    Heat radiated throughout my body as my bad mood shifted. I felt incredibly sexy, confident, and powerful knowing I was the only one who affected Will this way. Exciting him to the point of no control. Tilting my head to the side, I wiggled my ass, pushing into his erection. A deep moan rumbled from his chest, causing goosebumps to cover my skin.
    “Give me a minute to put the food away and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
    “No. I want to fuck you right here and now,” he mumbled against my hot skin.
    “In the kitchen?”
    “Mmmhmm.” His hand slipped under my tank top and traveled up my stomach to my chest.
    “What about my couscous?”
    While one of his hands massaged my breast, Will slid his other hand into my yoga pants and between my legs. I squirmed trying for some friction.
    “I love eating your couscous,” he said, flicking his index finger over my clit.
    Reaching around, I grabbed his hips, and pulled him in closer.
    I was getting lost in the moment when suddenly Will ripped my bra down and pinched my nipple hard.
    “Ouch!” I yelled.
    His voice was husky and low. “Oops.”
    “It’s okay. It just surprised me.”
    He roughly peeled off my tank and flung it to the side. Will wasted no time in unclasping my bra. I twisted around to face him, needing to put my lips on his body. He stopped me abruptly, spinning me back to face the counter.
    His fingers wrapped around my wrist and he placed my hands on the edge of the sink. “Hold on tight.”
    “Are you sure you want to do this in here?”
    The palm of his hand came down hard on the left side of my ass.
    “Will!” I yelped.
    “Stop talking and just go with it.”
    “Don’t hit me so hard.”
    Will and I always had a good sex life. I mean, I had nothing to compare it too but it felt pretty good. We were fairly adventurous, having had sex in his car, in my car, and in one of the empty student apartments at college. Like most couples, the sex shifted in intensity. Sometimes it was gentle while other times it was more passionate. Me, being half naked, bent