"God! the number of guilty pleasures you have!" he sighed with a laugh.
"No, I don't!" I countered, all defensive.
"Oh is it ?" he challenged, as he pulled me close;
"What do you call those little demons that are masqueraded as your snooze buttons!" he murmured as he kissed my nose;
"What is that box of baby food that sneak in, every month in our provision shopping?" he went as he trailed on hot kisses through my cheeks;
"What's that paused episode on your Netflix account on a Thursday night, when we're supposed on watch it together on Saturday?" he whispered as he flicked his tongue across my earlobe;
I moaned;
"Sssssh!" he silenced;
"What about the icecream that disappears, one scoop a day!" he goaded as his lips tasted mine ;
"Ooh! And what about this peppermint candy I taste in your mouth, the one that I never share?" he finished, as his hands gave a sensual smack on my derriere.
"Caught red handed are we?" his husky voice washed over me like smooth satin, as I fell into the titillating spell he wove around me.
Guilty AF people, Guilty AF!
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