"If you need them I can get them, I don't want to disrupt Amelia's anything. Is she actually cooking something? Do we get some?" Jonathan leaned forward a little to look into the kitchen to see if there was anything baked. Nope, rats. Jonathan was distracted from feeling disappointed for not having baked goods by Megan's hand on his boxers.
He grinned at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing her back against the counter, lightly. "But you like seeing my shorts. I'm not wearing them outside or something. I'm not showing off your goods or anything."
Jonathan shook his bum a little and leaned in to kiss Megan's neck lightly. There was nothing like an afternoon home alone. Hopefully their pup didn't wake up and interrupt them.
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