OFFLOADING

"I'll take this to the kitchen. I'll be back." I mumble to Jerol as I pick up the tray, but he grabs my hand, stopping me.

I turn to him, trying so much to mask the smile and the blush on my face. Smile, because today is exceptional. He ate a decent portion of the meal. Not exactly what is expected of a man like him, but a hundred times compared to other days. And a blush, because that heated kiss we had earlier is tickling me. The fact that he knew it was me he was kissing hits differently.

"We have a team of nannies around us. Just let them do their work." He says, standing up and giving me another reason to blush.

Ahem! Ahem!

He is wearing nothing but a boxer - a white one which is doing enough justice in displaying the tent between his legs. This meat that looks so charmingly huge. It is mind-bewitching. How would it feel to even just feel that tent, you know, even just running my hand on it? Would he even react to my touch? My! Before I make a fool of myself slobbering on this