On Friday evening, I went to my girlfriend’s place for an early dinner. She had set the table and prepared a meal, looking just as stunning as she had every other day that week.I handed her the flowers I’d brought, kissed her after slipping off my shoes, and she smiled.“Sit down,” she said, gesturing toward the dining table.“Babe.” I grinned as she started serving, but I didn’t sit. “You do realize that dinner doesn’t necessarily mean dinner?” I laughed.“I thought you were hungry,” she said, cheeks heating as I wrapped my arms around her from behind.“Put everything in the fridge,” I murmured, trailing slow kisses up her neck. “We won’t be eating for a while. I’m craving something else more.”Within minutes, the table was cleared. We kissed breathlessly as I led her to the bedroom. She unbuttoned my shirt while I tugged at hers. I pushed her skirt down impatiently, my hands greedy, while she slipped out gracefully, smirking at my rush.When we reached her bed, I laid her down and
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