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Next, she took a frying pan, and sprayed some cooking spray on the bottom of it. Peeling the packaging off the pork chops she was pleasantly surprised to see how lean they were. One could never tell as they always seemed to hide at least one that was full of fat and gristle under the sticker price. Placing them into the skillet, she set the temp of the burner on high as she wanted them to have a nice browning, almost scorched appearance to the outsides of them. Once she was satisfied with them, she lowered the temperature down a notch and turned on the oven.
Getting a baking dish from the pantry, she set it on the counter and pulled open the utensil drawer. Taking the can opener in hand, she quickly opened three cans of cream of mushroom soup and dumped them into the skillet with the pork chops. Taking a wooden spoon, she scraped the bits of stuck on meat from the bottom of the pan and stirred the soup, which turned it into a nice rich looking sauce. Dumping all of it into the awaiting baking dish, she scraped every bit of the soup into the pan, then popped it into the oven, for it all to blend and fully cook.
She turned the tap on and squirted dish soap into the palm of her hand and was in the middle of washing them when her cell phone started to ring. A quick glance at it and she saw that it was Luke calling. Grabbing a paper towel, she swiped the screen and put him on speaker and answered with a breathless hello.
“Hey gorgeous, how’s it going? Were you running for the phone, you sound a little breathless.”
“Ah no.” She made a face, debating if she should tell him that it was just the way he made her feel. “Just cooking up a storm, I hope you’re hungry?”
“I’m famished.”
She inwardly groaned, he didn’t just say he was famished like a normal person would, he had to lace it with a throaty growl.
“Good, when do you think you’ll be here? I left the front door open for you.”
“I’m already here...”
She spun around at the sound of his voice in her ear and without a thought, smacked him across the face so loud that it echoed through the room. Luke covered the spot where her hand had connected and for a minute both stood there frozen in shock.
“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes round.
He didn’t say a word. But then, the shaking began. At first Brit thought he was furious, until she heard a deep rumble in his chest growing louder until it was unmistakable—he was laughing.
Luke lowered his hand. “It's alright,” he managed to say between chuckles. “That will teach me not to sneak up on you. Here, these are for you.” From behind his back, he produced a dozen long stemmed roses, with a sprinkling of baby’s breath to her.
The look of horror on her face turned soft and dewy when she saw the flowers. “Oh, they are beautiful, thank you.” She stood on her toes and kissed him on the spot she smacked before turning to look for a vase. “Now you have me feeling like a fool giving me these flowers. I thought you were going to rob me or something.”
Luke stepped closer, still grinning. “Don’t, it’s my own fault. So, what can I help you with?” he asked, leaning against the counter.
She found a vase under the sink and filled it with water, arranging the flowers in it, she looked at him. “Well, everything is already cooking, I was just going to clean the asparagus when you called. You can turn the burner up under the potatoes.”
As he did, she leaned forward and stuck her nose in the roses, inhaling their heady scent. “Where did you find them? Mack didn’t have any flowers today.”
“I drove to Springbank to get them.”
“You did not!” She took them to the table and sat them in the middle of it. She turned and saw that he wasn’t kidding, and said, “Well thank you but just so you know, don’t think you ever need to go an hour out of your way just for me.”
“Come here," Luke said after a moment, pulling her into a gentle hug. “And I want you to know that I would burn the world if it made you happy.”
She laughed and traced her finger down his chest. “That won’t be necessary, just being with you makes me happy.”
She closed her eyes and leaned into him as he dipped his head and kissed her his hands went around and cupped her ass, pulling her hard against him. The second she felt his cock, hard and rigid against her, all thoughts of cooking flew out the window.
Brit's heartbeat thundered in her ears, as his hands found parts of her body that she never knew could be sensual, she realizedthiswas what he meant by spontaneous. This wanton, ‘I don’t give a shit that I’m in the middle of the kitchen’feeling, that needed fulfilling. With a burning desire to feel his skin under her fingers she started peeling off his coat and soon was reaching for the hem of his shirt.
The hiss and sputter of boiling water spilling over the pot's edge pulled Brit from the passion of the moment. She blinked at Luke, and they shared a look of frustration.
With a sigh, Brit freed herself from Luke's embrace. “The potatoes wait for no one, not even for... this.”
Luke, his hair all askew from her fingers running through it said, “You take care of the food, I’ll set the table.”
