Your boyfriend, Harry—the feared, grumpy CEO at work but an absolute softie with you—was in the kitchen, cooking. You lay on the couch, bored, watching him. His broad shoulders, his toned back… and, of course, his perfect ass.

A mischievous grin spread across your face. You got up, ran to him, and—smack!—you slapped his ass before dashing away, giggling like a child who just got away with a prank.

Harry stopped stirring the pot. Silence.

Then, without warning, he turned and stalked toward you. You barely made it back to the couch before he was on you, his large hand gripping your chin, tilting your head up. His lips crashed onto yours, stealing every breath until you were dizzy.

When he finally pulled away, you sat there, dazed, lips swollen. “Not fair!” you whined. “I just smacked your ass, and you kissed me like that?”

Harry chuckled, pulling you into his arms as he leaned back against the couch. “Still sulking?” he mused, resting a hand on your waist.

“Yes!” You pouted dramatically but still nuzzled into his chest, refusing to let go.

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s what you get for teasing me, sweetheart.”