Tired and exhausted, Kael turned to the stove, flicking the burner back on, the faint click reigniting the heat beneath the skillet.
The ribs, cooling in their smoky-sweet sauce, needed finishing, and he stirred them mixing the ingredients, the aroma curling through the kitchen, rich and savory.
Freya stood behind him, her arms slipping around his waist, her naked body and full breasts pressing against his back, warm and soft, the garter belt and stockings a faint whisper against his skin.
Her chin rested on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck as she watched him cook, her closeness both comforting and electrifying.
"I guess you should take a shower and wear your clothes back," Kael said, voice light but edged with a practical nudge, his hands steady on the spatula despite the heat and weight of her embrace.
Freya purred, her lips brushing his ear, voice low and teasing. "I guess… but not now. Who am I even hiding from? You have already seen me naked, thoroughly"
