"What are these little growls all about?" Annette asked, her fingers making magic on my scalp.
"Thinking about fucking you on this table," I mumbled.
"We just did that," she said.
"Mmhmm. I want to do it again."
She traced the tendons in the back of my neck, dissolving every ounce of tension stored there. "I like that idea."
When I gathered my senses, I pushed up on an elbow and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Please tell me we have time for that. Also, I need you to tell me I imagined someone coming into the shop."
"Nope, that really happened," she replied.
I shook my head against her chest. "This wasn't what I had in mind when I came here this morning," I said, glancing at up her.
"Are you sure about that?" Annette asked, her lips pursed in the best pout ever. Loved that pout.
"Actually, yes," I replied. "But then I saw you in this white dress and you had little donuts for me, and I am powerless when it comes to you and your pastries."
Her eyebrow arched up. "My baking isn't intended to turn you on."
I gave her a quick shake of my head. "Neither are your ankles, beautiful. You just can't help it."
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Proofing
v. The period of time the dough must rest after dividing and rounding.
Annette
Brooke: I was on the front porch just now, staring at the ocean and wondering how my life managed come apart at the seams like the last days of Rome, and who did I see sneaking out the back door of your shop but Sheriff Lau.
Brooke: I have to assume he was leaving after a quick morning romp and I am impressed.
Brooke: I have a multitude of questions but I am still impressed.
Annette: Thank you.
Annette: And your life hasn't fallen apart. You're doing awesome.
Brooke: Don't distract me from the topic at hand but you're wrong, my life is a Shakespearean tragedy and I am never more than five minutes away from floating myself down a damn stream like Ophelia.
Annette: Why don't we unpack that for a second?
Brooke: No. No. I'd rather hear about your quickie, please. The thrill of your life is the only thing keeping me going.
Annette: I'm still processing but here's what I know for sure. It didn't seem quick.
Brooke: Ohhhhhh that's the best kind.
Annette: It was incredible. I've never had sex like this before. I'm smiling like a lunatic and my belly feels like cotton candy.
Brooke: Does this mean you've completely foreclosed the possibility of a sister-wife setup? If there were any two women who could make it work, it would be us.
Annette: I love you but if you say that again, I'll tear your eyes out.
Brooke: Fair enough.
