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I straighten up, whirling around to face him. His green eyes flick up to mine, head tilting curiously.

“My kitchen,” I say firmly. “You take orders here.”

He smirks, quirking a groomed eyebrow. “You think you call the shots here, princess?”

“Yeah,” I bark, keeping my gaze fixed on his. “I do.”

Cole looks at me for another moment, then nods. I turn back to the counter, and he kneels behind me. He slides his hands up my thighs.

I hitch in a breath, bending over the counter. He moves his hands to my ass, spreading me wide and groaning softly.

I tremble and he stops.

“What are your orders, captain?” he asks in a teasing lilt.

I feel exposed, spread open like this, but it’s also so hot I can barely stand myself.

“Two rules. If I do sloppy work, you stop. And I don’t come until this tray is done.”

Cole hums. “I can do that.”

I take in a deep breath and focus, starting to frost. Cole waits a moment and then presses his face against my sex, nosing along my clit.

I gasp but keep my hand steady.

Cole blows air gently across my clit. My legs start to tremble, and I can feel myself dripping down my thighs. I breathe out slowly through my nostrils.

I finish the first cupcake, then start the second. When Cole latches his lips around my clit, I jolt forward and get frosting on my thumb.

“Give it to me,” Cole murmurs, and I twist my head to look down at him. He opens his mouth and I stick my thumb into it. He sucks the frosting off and my stomach clenches with need. “Good girl.”

The top of my head tingles.

This is going to take forever. I hope it does.

Cole’s fingers slide through my lower lips, collecting my juices and popping his fingers into his mouth. I hear rather than see him sucking on them lewdly, moaning softly, the sound muffled.

I can’t help but push my ass back, hoping to have his fingers again, but he stops.

“Be patient, princess. I want to look at you.”

“Look at this pussy,” he murmurs. “All dusky rose and perfect.”

I flush down between my breasts at the praise.

“But you’re doing sloppy work, princess.”

“You’re one to talk,” I snark. “You still can’t work the dishwasher.”

Cole lets out a low chuckle. When I turn to look at him, he’s just staring hungrily at my spread ass and pussy.

I whine. There are ten more cupcakes to frost and I’m getting shakier and shakier.

“You complaining?”

I try to calm my racing heart and turn back to the cupcakes, starting to frost again. Cole trails his fingertips along my inner thighs.

I grit my teeth as he teases me, inserting two fingers and slowly pumping them in and out shallowly.