Page 163 of The Fifteen-Minute Rule

“I sure do love a man who knows his place in the kitchen,” she teases, giving me a light smack on the ass before sitting back down.

But I can’t let her have the last word.

I stride back over, lift her into my arms, and kiss her hard. “Oh, Jules,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re gonna pay for that later.”

“A girl can hope,” she says, and I kiss her again.

Is it just me, or am I the luckiest son of a bitch in the entire damn world?

Yeah, I thought so too.

This isn’t the end of Dickson University…