“If I wasn’t flying tomorrow,” I tell her, “I’d buy all these pies off of you and bring them for the band and the crew. They would go nuts.”
“Oh, I wish I could send them with you!”
“I don’t think I can take pies on the plane.” I pause. “Can I?”
“I think you could take one or two. I mean, you’d have to hold them or they’ll be destroyed, but you’re allowed to travel with food. No different than picking up lunch or whatever.”
“Could I buy one or two off of you?”
“Sure.” She nods. “Dolly won’t be happy but she’ll get over it.”
I lean in, kissing her again, and this time she winds her arms around my neck. “Is it break time yet?”
“No.” She giggles against my mouth.
“What if I just bent you over the counter and ate your pussy while you keep working on the pies?”
Her eyes darken and heat floods her cheeks.
“I don’t think I’ll get much baking done if…you do that.”
“Want to find out?”
Chapter 10
Summer
Why is it impossible to say no to him?
When he fixes those gorgeous blue eyes on me my knees get weak, my heart starts pounding, and all I can do is lose myself in him all over again. Even with pies in the oven and two more in front of me, I’m completely preoccupied with the man in the room. His touch. His kiss. His hands on my breasts.
“We can’t…” I pant, more aroused than I should be when we’ve done almost nothing yet.
“Yeah, we can.” He reaches down and unbuttons my shorts, letting them fall to the ground.
“Tate…” I moan when he bites my neck, sucking on the skin just hard enough to make goose bumps break out. “Not where the food is.”
That’s about all the reality I can manage, but he hears me and I step out of my shorts so he can guide me to the other side of the kitchen.
“Back against the wall,” he murmurs, dropping to his haunches in front of me.
I comply before even realizing what I’m doing because I’m too busy watching him. He’s nuzzling my crotch, running his fingers along the edge of my panties.
It’s intoxicating to see his dark head pressed against my core, breath warm and hands firm at my hips.
“You wet for me?” he murmurs, dragging my panties down a fraction of an inch at a time. He lifts his gaze to mine, and I manage a shaky nod.
“So wet.”
“Good girl.” He directs me in stepping out of my panties and then lifts my right leg, bringing it over his shoulder and leaving me wide open. Ready for his?—
“Oh Jesus…” All I can do is moan when he slips his tongue between my folds.
“Been wanting to do this all day,” he murmurs. He uses his fingers to spread my lips and laps at the arousal pooling there.
I look down and there’s nothing sexier than seeing him buried between my legs, one hand on my hip and the other squeezing my ass cheek. He pulls back a little and then blows right on my clit, and it’s like he lit a match there. Every one of my nerve endings is on fire as he sucks hard and then pulls back, blowing on it.
“Tate!” I dig my fingers into his hair, even though they’re still covered in flour.
