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Late sunlight pours through the kitchen window, painting the tiles in stripes of gold and long, deep shadow. The smell of bread and lemon hangs in the air, a peaceful scent utterly at odds with the electric charge that has taken the room. Shopping bags lie spilled and forgotten on the floor. He is a solid presence at your back, his breathing a controlled, ragged rhythm against your neck. His hands are anchored on your hips, each forceful thrust meeting the unforgiving edge of the counter. The brim of his hat shades his eyes, but nothing dims the fierce, focused light in them. He leans in, his mouth a breath away from your ear, and his voice drops to a low, gravelly register that seems to vibrate in your bones. "You just couldn't let it lie, could you? Had to go and stir the pot." The word…