"Shit, shit, shit..." I cursed.

I quickly took the sauce pan off the stove, realising I had let it burn. My bolognese sauce was completely ruined and Ben would be here any minute now.

I had left the kitchen to slip into a red cocktail dress, tight in all the right places and perfect for an intimate evening.

All traces of us going slow had gone out the window in my mind the moment he had asked me to come with him to the city, and I wasn't afraid of going a little faster in certain areas of us.

I threw the burnt sauce away and quickly began chopping up onion, carrot and garlic to somehow salvage the situation. Just as I had got all the ingredients for the sauce ready on the sauce pan on the stove, I heard the front door of his apartment open.

I quickly smoothed down my dress and made sure my hair looked alright, also having just enough time to take the heat off the stove on which I had the pasta cooking before Ben appeared in the doorway.

"Hi," I sounded completely breathless, panicking as I didn't want to have anything get ruined tonight but mostly because he completely floored me looking so incredibly sexy with his hair carelessly brushed back and his casual dark suit fitting his body too well.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He sent me a quick smile before scanning his kitchen, "you haven't burnt down my apartment, which of course I knew you wouldn't do... why does smell a little funny in here?"

I let out a small laugh, mostly in relief that I had made it this far, "everything's fine. The sauce just burnt a bit, nothing too bad."

"Ah, okay," he nodded, focusing back on me. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together when he began nearing me while unbuttoning the first few buttons of his dress shirt, finding him way too attractive for my own good right now.

"You look stunning," Ben made me forget how to breathe for a short second as he stood in front of me with a ghost of a smile on his lips and his hand reaching to rest against my waist.

"Thank you," I managed out, not understanding why I now felt like this. It even felt like I was blushing, and I had no idea why my body was reacting to him like this all of a sudden.

"Did you have a good day?" He wondered, glancing behind me to see what was happening on one of the stoves in the kitchen.

"Yes, I went to see your father and Tony. I also walked around the city," I cleared my throat in hopes of gathering myself, "it feels good to be back."

Ben's dark and intense gaze returned to meet mine, "it feels good to have you back."

"I think I have a weird kink," I had to admit nervously, quickly glancing down at the front of my dress to make sure it hadn't got any stains from the tragic sauce.

"Another one?" Ben laughed with amusement, our eyes meeting again, "tell me. It can't be as bad as wanting to tie me up, can it?"

I breathed out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding and managed to give him a small smile with a shake of my head, "it's not bad, just a little bit weird."

"Now I'm excited," he grinned, his other hand finding its way to rest on my waist as well.

Then I remembered the new sauce I had made, and that I needed to stir it. A strangled cry left my lips as I rushed back to the stove, leaving Ben with a very confused expression.

"Sorry, just... the sauce," I apologised awkwardly, really not understanding why I was so aroused due to this situation. I thought telling him would clear it up, but it sounded so stupid in my head I feared he'd only laugh.

While I stirred the sauce and tried to gather my thoughts, Ben slowly and carefully walked to stand right behind me, his hands sliding over my hips to rest against my lower stomach, pulling my body back the slightest to meet his hard front.

It was crazy to think that no other man or woman had ever made me feel like this both mentally and physically. He clouded my mind completely and made it almost impossible to think rationally in moments like these.

"What kink is it? Maybe we can do it," he chuckled lowly, lips brushing against my bare shoulder before he left a slow kiss at the crook of my neck.

My heart raced, not focused at all on stirring the sauce and making sure it didn't burn this time.

"We're kind of doing it right now," I dared to tell him, voice very quiet as if there were other people in here.

Ben's kisses stopped and I was sure he was as confused as I was, his front still lightly pressed against my back and hands on my tummy.

"In the kitchen? I'm not following, sweetheart," he left another slow kiss against my sensitive skin, this time right above the crook of my neck, sounding in no way judgemental.

I felt like groaning aloud, finding it as weird as it was and knowing it was rather embarrassing telling him something like this. I was still desperately hoping that the sauce wouldn't take too long to cook, as I was sure he was hungry.

His hands moved against my body until he was hugging me from behind, "it can't be that bad, can it?"

His light chuckle vibrated through my body, lips brushing against my skin making me shiver in delight.

I sighed and decided to just tell him so that we could figure it out together, "this whole housewife thing."

Ben's amusement died down and he remained quiet for a little too long, while I was left thinking I that he now found me completely crazy.

We both knew that I was the furthest thing from a housewife. Despite having enough funds to live in seclusion without a job, I still needed something else to do than to just cook and clean, and so forth. Maybe that's why I found the idea so exciting with Ben, because it was more in the realm of fantasy for me than reality.

"Seriously?" He finally spoke, truly wondering if I was being truthful.

"Yes," I really did feel like I was blushing at this point, "it's not as weird as it sounds, I promise. I don't want to be a real housewife. I just think it's hot that I cooked and then you came home and... I don't know."

Again, he was quiet for a moment, before another slow and suggestive kiss against my neck left my tingling for so much more.

"Definitely much better than the bondage one," he chuckled quietly to himself, "I admit it's kind of hot. Especially since you're wearing heels and a dress like this."

"Really?" I breathed out, deciding the sauce could manage itself on its own and turning around to face Ben, our fronts now almost pressed together.

He had a small grin tugging up the left side of his lips, and I don't think I'd ever found anything as endearing.

"Why not. I think it's cute that you'd get excited over something like that, though," he admitted, hands moving gently to take a hold of my waist, "I might just have to fire my cook and maid, have you move in instead..."

"Ben!" I nudged him and sent him a look of disapproval while he laughed carelessly to himself, "don't joke about it."

"Alright, I'm sorry," he kissed me, calming himself down after I'd folded my arms over my chest. I kissed back, but not for too long, still wanting to hear his thoughts about all this.

"What?" His head tilted to one side as I pulled back with an expectant expression, waiting for him to say something.

"You don't think it's weird?"

He shrugged, not seeming to mind too much, "it's not something you hear everyday, but I'm just glad it doesn't involve me getting tied up. I don't really see the sexual side of it, though?"

"I know! Me neither!" I immediately grew excited as he saw it the same way that I did, "it doesn't involve us having sex in the kitchen, or anything. Maybe it's just the idea of being like a 50's housewife to you that turns me on."

"It sounds a little degrading toward you, but if you really like it...?" His dark eyes searched mine, "what do you want me to do?"

I giggled and shook my head at how strange I was being, before kissing him and unfolding my arms from over my chest to place my hands on his upper arms.

"Prepare yourself mentally to get tied up after we've finished dinner."