“Wait here.” While she leans against the counter, I grab the bowl from the fridge and open the lid, scooping cream onto my finger. I bring it to her mouth. She parts her lips, and I slide it inside, her tongue brushing my skin before she closes her mouth and sighs.
“The texture is so smooth,” she says. “Sweet but not cloying. It’s delicious.”
“I should try it then?”
“Yes.” She dips her fingers into the bowl and returns the favor.
Something this sweet wouldn’t normally be my thing, but with Lexie feeding it to me, I could eat the whole bowl.
“Good, right?” she says with my mouth closed around her finger.
“I know how I’d like it even better.” My hand goes to the buttons of her cardigan. “Any objections?”
She shakes her head, breathing faster now. I am too. I release each of the six buttons, and her sweater falls open. Her thin bra with little daisies is snug, her nipples straining against the material. I trace the V neckline, sliding my fingers between her warm cleavage and circling her nipples. “Do you only wear cotton?”
“Y . . . es,” she replies between choppy breaths. “I . . . I like to be comfortable.”
“I love comfortable.” I trap her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and give them a tug.
“Chaz,” she moans, her head falling back as she thrusts her breasts forward.
“Do your panties match?”
“Of course.” Her voice trembles. “I buy them in sets.”
“Nice.” I bend my knees, sliding my hands up the back of her thighs to cup the curves of her ass, and hike her onto the counter.
I tug the cups of her bra down, and her breasts spill out. Dipping my fingers back into the bowl, I cover her nipples in cream.
She shivers from the initial cold, but my mouth goes to work, warming them up and licking them clean.
“You’re right.” I look into her glazed eyes. “Delicious.”
Her arms come around my shoulders, and her legs wrap around my hips, sparking an uproar from my chest to my cock. Our kiss is hungry—all lips, teeth, and tongue. My hands fill with her. Then?—
A knock at the door.
“C, we have customers,” Sophia shouts.
Shit!I clear my throat and then call out, “I’ll be right there.”
“Oh my God.” Lexie stares at me, horror dawning in her glassy eyes as her fingers fly to her sweater, and she starts blindly fastening the buttons. “I can’t believe we did that. Here!”
Neither can I. I’ve never lost my mind like this before, not to the point of not caring where I am. But do I have any regrets? Not a fucking one.
I help her off the counter and re-button her sweater, which was askew. She smooths her hair down. There’s something sweetly intimate in watching her restore her composed, outward appearance when I know the sexy, passionate woman beneath it.
“That was one hell of a coffee break,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She manages a laugh.
“While Sophia’s away, want to help out at the café?”
“Seriously?” Her eyes widen.
“Sure. Jamar and I will be on drinks, and Soph can show you the ropes of taking orders and operating the register. How’s that sound?”
“Intimidating but fun.”
