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She took a couple steps back of her own, borderline stumbling until her hip bumped the long countertop. “Wow. Well. That’s the hottest rejection I’ve ever gotten.”
“Postponement, not rejection. I promise to make it worth the wait.”
“I believe you.” From the smile on her lips and gleam in her eyes, some very naughty things were rolling around inside her pretty head. “I’ll make you a promise too.”
“Do tell, I’m all ears.” He glanced down, making a point of shifting his still-raring-to-go cock as he did. “Well, maybe notall.”
“Your fault, mister, I wanted to take care of that,” she said while settling her t-shirt and apron back into place. “Youopted to wait. But I promise that after I’ve had my way with you later, you won’t make that mistake again.”
Of that he had no doubt.
“So, cookies.” She cinched the black ties around her waist. “How many and what kind?”
The apron should’ve helped deflate his cock. Not by half. Leigh made the geometric chunk of black fabric sexy. The way the ties accented her waist, how the curves of her breasts spilled out the sides.
One day he’d fuck her while she wore nothing but that apron and a smile of his making. His focus drifted to her ass when she turned her back to him. Yeah, some spiky high heels would go nicely with the apron. Leigh’s legs would look amazing in heels.
“What do you think—sugar?”
He snapped out of his fantasy to find her looking at him over her shoulder as she flipped through a notebook. Nobody’d ever called himsugarbefore. Kind of a wussy pet name for a guy, but coming from Leigh, he’d take it and roll with it.
“Whatever you think, babe.”
One of the things he’d liked about Leigh since day one was the way a smile broke across her lips. How it spread and took over her entire face. And when she turned it on him directly, like now, he was powerless to do anything other than smile back.
“Uh-huh.” Those two syllables held a whole lot of amusement.
He’d missed something. Possibly a bunch of somethings. “You caught me, I wasn’t listening.” He crossed the galley to stand near her. Close enough to feel the heat of her skin and charge of electricity where their arms brushed incidentally. He hooked his finger under the ties snugly wrapping her waist and tugged her tight to his body. “I got distracted by your apron.”
She raised her eyebrows as he pressed his cock against her abdomen. “You have an apron fetish?”
“Yeah, since about two minutes ago, when I was imagining you wearing one with nothing underneath.”
“Oh. Hmm. And was I cooking in this little musing of yours, or something else?”
“Things were definitely cooking.”
The soft, seductive sound of her laughter rippled through him. Being around Leigh was easy, natural. Kissing her, instinctual. Had to be done. Right now.
“Mmm, you’re good at that,” she said when they came up for air.
“So are you.” He should’ve made this move months ago. Many months. He lifted a hand to touch her, then stopped. “Mind if I do something?”
Gaze still locked with his, she shook her head. “Do whatever you want.” Simple as that. Maybe that was her way.
His ego preferred to believe it was because she trusted him. “This has to go.” He slipped a finger beneath the edge of her hairnet and peeled it away. “This too.” A gentle tug freed her hair of a ponytail. “There. Just needed to do this for a minute.” He sifted through the silky strands. “Before we have to put the gear on and get to work.”
She hummed in satisfaction, relaxing under his touch. “We don’t have to.”
“To hell with work and skip straight to the part where I take you home to bed?”
A soft laugh drifted up. “I wish. Your friend’s cookies aside, those cakes need frosting and piping before I can go anywhere. I meant we don’t have to wear hairnets. I do, as an extra hygiene precaution, but they’re not mandatory.” She moaned softly when he stepped behind her to massage her neck and shoulders. “That feels so good. You have amazing hands. Too amazing. I’m already calculating how early I’d have to come in to finish those cakes if I throw responsibility out the door tonight.”
He didn’t fight it when she moved away. The last thing he wanted Leigh to think was that this was some one-night stand, that he’d waltzed in here on a whim. He’d learned enough about her from conversations during their training sessions to know she took her responsibilities very seriously. Work and family varieties, both.
“Let’s get your stuff going while the cakes cool some more. Sugar cookies, then?”
He nearly choked on his tongue.
