Author: kendallduke

“I’m going to go back to the kitchen and finish dinner, and when I come back you’re going to show me what else you can do.”“Why?”“Because I want you to,” she said, her eyebrow raising at the challenge as she looked back at me over her shoulder.“Do you always get what you want?” I stayed where I was; it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wanted to get up and put that perky little a– of hers on the … little a– of hers on the piano and lick every inch of her smooth, pale skin. I wanted her…