cute about me.”
Just him saying those words made her squeeze her hands at the cuteness overload. “I’m sorry, but I think you really are.”
“Then I’ll have to find a way to make you see that I’m not.”
His face grew intent and he stood up and leaned across the table, reaching behind her head to pull her close. The sensuous play of his lips on hers made her forget about all the work she still had to do. When he moved around the table to wrap his hands around her waist, she groaned, remembering, but trying to push it aside so she could enjoy his touch.
“Just a few minutes,” he murmured, his fingertips edging under the hem of her top. “Or longer, whichever you like.”
He moved his fingers upward along her back, sending ripples down her spine, and snapped open her bra with surprising dexterity.
“How did you get so good at that?” she asked, as his mouth traveled down her throat.
“I pay attention,” he told her. “For instance, I recall you like this quite a bit, yes?” He slid his hands up her sides and stroked his thumbs over her nipples.
“Yes,” she sighed, completely under his spell and wanting more.
He led her over to an armchair, then turned and sat in it, pulling her down on his lap. She got into a more comfortable position straddling him and rested her hands on the back of it, digging her fingernails into the dark green velvet as he resumed kissing her again.
Something about the color green kept interrupting the flow of her thoughts, which pleasantly swirled with the sensation of Erik’s hard body underneath her, and his firm, gentle kisses. How was she going to make the frosting green like the client wanted? It seemed so ugly to her. Maybe she could manage an ombre effect without it looking too tacky? As long as they tasted good, that was what mattered, but she still prided herself on presentation.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I think we should get those cupcakes out of the way so I can concentrate.”
He looked overflowing with disappointment, and her limbs hung heavy at her sides as if berating her for making the wrong choice. She silently apologized to her body, while her brain did a smug victory dance.
“If we both mix up half, it shouldn’t take too long,” she promised both Erik and herself, while struggling to get her bra fastened again. “I need to figure out the frosting, too.”
She dragged him into the kitchen, and tossed his apron at him. “Hey, did you get any more phone numbers today?” she asked in an overly casual voice as she tied her own apron back on.
“Yes, but I threw them out since you didn’t seem to like it,” he said, with a far too complacent smile.
“Well, it’s not that so much as we just don’t have time for you to be dallying around like that.”
“Okay, Audrey,” he said, seeing right through her and seeming to enjoy her discomfort at being caught acting jealous.
She wasn’t jealous at all, she told herself firmly. It was the truth that all their time was taken up with the business, and would be until she had one hundred thousand extra dollars. There were plenty of men she might want to spend time with too, but they’d have to wait as well.
He stood with his apron on, and an expectant look on his face, waiting for her to give him instructions, and she knew it wasn’t true. There was no one she’d rather be with right now than him, even if it meant slaving over an industrial mixer until the wee hours.
“You take the vanilla, since that’s the easier recipe, and I’ll take chocolate. I think we’ll do whipped cream instead of cream cheese frosting. Gosh, I hate putting food coloring into frosting, but that’s what they want.” She stopped her rambling at the smile he bestowed on her. “What?” she asked.
He shook his head. “This is fun,” he said. “Maybe it’s because I haven’t been out much lately,” he paused to smirk at his bad joke. “But I like working here with you.”
She turned to hide her
Just him saying those words made her squeeze her hands at the cuteness overload. “I’m sorry, but I think you really are.”
“Then I’ll have to find a way to make you see that I’m not.”
His face grew intent and he stood up and leaned across the table, reaching behind her head to pull her close. The sensuous play of his lips on hers made her forget about all the work she still had to do. When he moved around the table to wrap his hands around her waist, she groaned, remembering, but trying to push it aside so she could enjoy his touch.
“Just a few minutes,” he murmured, his fingertips edging under the hem of her top. “Or longer, whichever you like.”
He moved his fingers upward along her back, sending ripples down her spine, and snapped open her bra with surprising dexterity.
“How did you get so good at that?” she asked, as his mouth traveled down her throat.
“I pay attention,” he told her. “For instance, I recall you like this quite a bit, yes?” He slid his hands up her sides and stroked his thumbs over her nipples.
“Yes,” she sighed, completely under his spell and wanting more.
He led her over to an armchair, then turned and sat in it, pulling her down on his lap. She got into a more comfortable position straddling him and rested her hands on the back of it, digging her fingernails into the dark green velvet as he resumed kissing her again.
Something about the color green kept interrupting the flow of her thoughts, which pleasantly swirled with the sensation of Erik’s hard body underneath her, and his firm, gentle kisses. How was she going to make the frosting green like the client wanted? It seemed so ugly to her. Maybe she could manage an ombre effect without it looking too tacky? As long as they tasted good, that was what mattered, but she still prided herself on presentation.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I think we should get those cupcakes out of the way so I can concentrate.”
He looked overflowing with disappointment, and her limbs hung heavy at her sides as if berating her for making the wrong choice. She silently apologized to her body, while her brain did a smug victory dance.
“If we both mix up half, it shouldn’t take too long,” she promised both Erik and herself, while struggling to get her bra fastened again. “I need to figure out the frosting, too.”
She dragged him into the kitchen, and tossed his apron at him. “Hey, did you get any more phone numbers today?” she asked in an overly casual voice as she tied her own apron back on.
“Yes, but I threw them out since you didn’t seem to like it,” he said, with a far too complacent smile.
“Well, it’s not that so much as we just don’t have time for you to be dallying around like that.”
“Okay, Audrey,” he said, seeing right through her and seeming to enjoy her discomfort at being caught acting jealous.
She wasn’t jealous at all, she told herself firmly. It was the truth that all their time was taken up with the business, and would be until she had one hundred thousand extra dollars. There were plenty of men she might want to spend time with too, but they’d have to wait as well.
He stood with his apron on, and an expectant look on his face, waiting for her to give him instructions, and she knew it wasn’t true. There was no one she’d rather be with right now than him, even if it meant slaving over an industrial mixer until the wee hours.
“You take the vanilla, since that’s the easier recipe, and I’ll take chocolate. I think we’ll do whipped cream instead of cream cheese frosting. Gosh, I hate putting food coloring into frosting, but that’s what they want.” She stopped her rambling at the smile he bestowed on her. “What?” she asked.
He shook his head. “This is fun,” he said. “Maybe it’s because I haven’t been out much lately,” he paused to smirk at his bad joke. “But I like working here with you.”
She turned to hide her
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