Cheat Day

Christy yanks the hot tray out the oven, straightens up when the doorbell cuts through the steam. Mitts off, she heads down the hall, opens the door, and Nathan's standing there grinning. Mower job's finished. Just as she thanks him he sniffs the warm air, steps past her like he owns the hallway.Christy watches his ass walk itself straight to the kitchen, smirks, and calls after him, “By all means, just waltz right in!”By the stove she points at the cooling cookies, warns him they’re still mouth-melting. Eye-fucking his tight T-shirt, she pats a stool. “Hang until they’re ready.” He shifts, mutters about his diet. She peels up his shirt, lets her nails glide along those perfect ridges. “Cheat days were invented for bodies like this.”Nathan’s eyes flash, but he glances toward the door. “Your husband…?”Christy bites her lip, voice low and dirty: “Sweetheart, I can handle a cheat day once in a while too.”