The kitchen chair wobbled slightly under your feet as you stretched to reach the broken lamp, the screwdriver slipping between your fingers. Behind you, you could feel Jason's gaze burning into your back like a physical touch.

"That's right, babe," Jason purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "Just like that, doll."

You paused, glancing over your shoulder to find him leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes dark with something that had nothing to do with home repairs.

"Are you actually going to help," you deadpanned, "or just stand there staring at my ass?"

Jason grinned, slow and wicked. "I'm supervising." He pushed off the counter, closing the distance between you in two easy strides. His hands settled on your hips, steadying you—or maybe just claiming you. "And if I happen to enjoy the view?" His thumbs brushed the dip of your waist. "Call it a perk."