Fucking best idea I’ve ever had.
Her scent wafts around me, and I can’t tell where the coffee cake ends and Dolly starts. She’s bound to feel my erection now, but all that thought does is make it grow.
“You want a bite?” I ask. My voice sounds foreign to me.
She tenderly traces her fingers over my shoulder, licking her bottom lip. She nods, thick lashes brushing her flushed cheeks.
How have I resisted her all these years? She’s intoxicatingly drop-dead gorgeous.
Because up until now, you valued your life.
My dick is definitely poking her ass, and her cheeks grow pinker with each passing moment.
“Just ignore that,” I say, winking at her.
She visibly swallows, her eyes moving down to stare at my lips.
“Fuck.” I lick my lips and reach for a chunk of the coffee cake. “You deserve another award for this cake.”
I pull off a generous piece and hold it up to her lips. “Be a good girl and open up.”
She obeys, lips parting for me. I groan, wishing I were putting something else in her mouth right now. She bites down, chewing slowly.
“Mmm.” She lets out a soft moan. Her wet tongue darts out to softly brush across the pad of my fingertips.
Blood rushes down to my groin, my thoughts spiraling to dark places with it.
I need that mouth somewhere else.
I set the cake down on the side table, littered with empty cups and paper plates. I take another bite, the mix of cinnamon and bourbon the best thing I’ve ever tasted. My free hand reaches out to wrap around her mid-thigh, right near the hem of her sundress.
She intakes a sharp breath, her body tensing. I have no idea what kind of experience she has. Her brothers scare off everyone, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t done things behind their backs. Her fingers dig into my shoulder, drawing a deep groan from the back of my throat.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes, leaning closer to brush my lips against the base of her neck.
My hand curls around her throat gently before I grip tighter, pulling her toward me.
“Does your brother know you’re here?” My voice is a low growl against her soft skin.
Her body goes rigid, but she shakes her head. Her pulse jumps under my thumb. I’m hard as a rock now, my erection pressing into her ass cheek. I don’t want to stop now that I’ve started touching her.
I tilt my head up so that we’re eye level, reaching the hand that isn’t wrapped around her throat up to brush her hair back from her face.
“You’re playing with fire, Dollface.”
A car door slamming outside makes us jerk apart. Dolly scrambles off of my lap, nearly crushing my balls in the process. I groan, bending forward as my head swims from the pain.
She’s gasping for breath like she’s about to have a panic attack. Thankfully, the pain in my nuts causes my erection to subside faster than normal. I heave out an exhale before sitting up straighter.
“Oh my gosh, it’s Duke.” She scurries back toward me, eyes wide. “Where should I hide?”
“Hide? Why would you hide?” I take a swig of the bourbon, feeling my stomach roil from the pain still reverberating up from my balls.
She grabs the cake and spins around, looking for somewhere to go.
“Just take the cake into the kitchen,” I suggest.
She nods, bolting in the direction of the kitchen. Right as the front door begins to swing open, she runs straight into the wall. Cinnamon cake explodes around her, decorating the wall and floor. I jump up from my chair, rushing over. My dick is still half-mast but going down quickly, so I turn to face the wall.
