Darlene was tending to something in the oven when I entered the kitchen. She was bent over, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her shapely ass. Man, she was one fine looking piece.

Apparently, she didn’t hear me approach because she jumped when I grabbed hold of her hips and pressed my front to her back.

She stood bolt upright, pushing her hair out of her face, and then punched me lightly in the arm.

“You could have pushed me into the oven! I could have died,” she said in mock indignation. But she was laughing, and by that point I was, too.

I squeezed her plush hips and kissed her mouth.

“I would never risk losing you — or your ass,” I said, sliding a hand down to cup her cheek. She laughed again.

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