Page 16 of His Virgin Valentine

“Aww…that’s amazing,” I croon, still grinning. “So how’s this game played?”

“I’m going to place a few ingredients on the kitchen counter and you have to try to guess what I’m going to make based off of what you see laid out before you. You have five minutes,” he says in his authoritative chef voice.

“Er, okay,” I reply, nodding. “I’ll try.”

“Great!” he cheers before pulling out some eggs, flour and sugar. “Ready, set, GO!”

Determined to win, I look over the ingredients and jerk my chin at them. “You’re making cookies,” I state confidently.

“Nope,” he answers before pulling out some high quality semi-sweet chocolate. Next, he places it down on the counter and winks at me.

“Are you making brownies?” I question, grinning.

“Close.” Wyatt pulls out confectionary sugar and ramekins. “Keep going,” he insists in an encouraging tone.

My eyebrows shoot up. “Are you making bread pudding?”

“Nope,” Wyatt replies before opening the fridge and grabbing some butter. “Try again.”

I lift my chin. “Are you making a cake?”

“Yes,” he confirms, smiling. “But what kind?”

“Are you seriously going to bake a cake at 2am?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at him.

Wyatt nods. “For my snow kitten…absolutely, I will,” he answers in a playful voice.

“That’s crazy,” I chirp.

“But wait…” He blinks. “Is it really 2am in the morning?” he inquires before glancing over at the clock on the wall. “Damn, time flies by fast.” Then he wraps a hand in my hair and kisses the hell out of me. “Happy Valentine’s Day, neighbor!”

Oh my God. That kiss made my toes curl and my cheeks flush.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, neighbor…” I whisper, still breathless from that kiss.

“So…” He smiles. “I’ll give you one last guess and a clue.”

“What’s the clue?” I question quickly.

“Here’s your clue,” Wyatt announces. “I produce heat, but I’m not a bonfire. I’m not human, but I’m hot-tempered. The bottom heats and the top cools. What am I?”

I burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“No,” he says, mid-laugh. “Are you going to answer my riddle or not? The answer will tell you the type of cake that I’m making.”

“Please may I have one more clue?” I inquire with a pout.

With a playful groan, Wyatt cups my cheeks and kisses me. “Okay, fine. But only because you pout adorably,” he drawls against my lips. “Here’s your last clue: I don’t have lungs, but I need air. I rhyme with guava, but I’m not a fruit. What am I?”

I jerk my head back in surprise. “Oh my God!! You’re making lava cakes!”

“Yes…” He pulls me into a kiss. “I’m making lava cakes for my dirty valentine who also happens to be my naughty little spy. And afterwards, I’m going to eat your pussy again. No breaks this time! That is, not until you at least come four more times.”

Shivers course through my body as we start to makeout heavy. “Four more times?” I ask as I rake my fingers through Wyatt’s brown hair.

“Yes.” He laughs softly. “Honestly, you make me feel like fucking you on every surface in my apartment. Tell me you want that.”

“I want that,” I admit, my heart fluttering.I need more of Wyatt. Lots more!

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