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holding her back.   “Get started doing what?”
     
    “Cooking your dinner,” she said, as she got off of his lap and headed for the kitchen.
     
    Dutch, knowing how awful a cook his wife really was, panicked.   “Gina, wait,” he said, rising too.   But Gina, knowing she wasn’t about to cook anything, took off running, laughing as she went.   Dutch, remembering the few meals she did try to cook for him and how dreadful each and every one of them were, took off running after her, terrified as he ran.
     
    When he caught up to her, in the doorway of the kitchen, he grabbed her from behind.   When he realized she was laughing so hard she was bent over, he smiled too.   “You almost gave me a heart attack, child,” he said.  
     
    Gina laughed even harder and turned around to face him.   When she did, she could see that their nearness was beginning to affect his midsection.   “Is my cooking really that bad?” she asked him, already knowing the answer.
     
    “You were a good attorney when you worked as an attorney.   You were an excellent businesswoman when you ran Block by Block Raiders.   And now you’re the perfect wife for me.   But a good cook, darling, you ain’t .”
     
    Gina smiled.   “So it’s like that, hun?”
     
    “It’s exactly like that,” Dutch said, pulling her voluptuous body closer against his growing erection.   “Although I failed to mention one other thing.”
     
    Gina stared into his eyes, moving even closer against his erection.   She knew her husband well enough to know where he was going with this.   “Oh, yeah?   And what did you fail to mention?”
     
    “That you’re also very good, wonderful even, in bed.”
     
    Gina’s heart started hammering.   She placed both hands on the sides of his face, her big eyes narrowing as she gave him that earnest look of hers he loved so much.   “I can’t cook, but I can fuck, is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
     
    Dutch couldn’t help but smile at the way Gina always managed to keep it real.   “That’s what I’m telling you.   So,” he said, his mouth moving slowly toward hers, “if you want to do something fantastic for this sex-starved husband of yours, why don’t you do that which you’re good at doing?”
     
    His mouth pressed against Gina’s and began kissing her in that slow, circular way she loved, with his tongue and her tongue soon adding to the circle.  
     
    And they kissed long and hard and repeatedly.   They stood in the doorway of their private kitchen and kissed with a growing urgency that helped them to unload the stress and tension and craziness that swirled around them.   To unload the remains of the day.
     
    When he lifted her, and she straddled him, and he carried her into the bedroom, their kissing never for a second eased off.   Because this was their moment, their chance to forget all else and concentrate on each other.  
     
    They continued kissing as he laid her on the bed and moved on top of her, wrapping her even tighter into his arms, still searing her with kisses he couldn’t stop releasing.   Until he had to release more.  
     
    He undressed her until she was completely naked, and he stared into those smoky brown eyes of hers until he had undressed himself and was naked too.  
     
    He knelt down at the bottom of the bed, opened her legs wide, and began to lick her between her thighs.   It was gradual and tender, and Gina closed her eyes to experience nothing but the sensation of his touch.   And as his tongue flicked and flicked her clit, the intensity caused her to release so much juice that he began to finger her, slipping into folds with one and then two fingers until she was so saturated that he knew he had to saturate her too.
     
    He moved his chiseled body on top of her and entered her, gyrating inside of her in a perfect slow drag, making her feel heady every time his long, thick rod slid against her walls and then hit her spot.   Over and over