The smell of breakfast which filled the kitchen wafted in Damien's nose as he entered. He was already dressed in a light blue shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of khaki pants. Seeing Katherine wearing his white dress shirt while she made a mess in his kitchen put a smile on his face. He'd love to wake up every morning like this—messy kitchen or not.
He watched as she grabbed a pack of frozen peas from the freezer and pressed it on the right of her butt over his boxers that she wore. The only time he hit her there was last night and he didn't do it again. He hissed at the sight and kissed her neck from behind. "Sorry again. No more spanks for you."
"What?" She whipped her head to the side, her hand still rubbing the sore spot on her butt. "Ah, no! I bumped into the corner of that counter. I didn't get hurt last night."
He gave her an eye, and she didn't seem to be lying.
"Still. No more spanks for you," he insisted.
