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I thought he was flirting. Why is speaking in riddles?
“My zipper. You ready for it?”
A shameful, deep moan escapes me.
“Fuck, beautiful. I need inside you.” Gauge claims my lips in a passionate, unhurried kiss.
Not thinking about my doughy fingers, I throw myself into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. Gauge parts his mouth, tangling his tongue with mine in a frantic dance. The kiss grows hotter, setting off fires across my skin like gasoline-fueled flames.
Swiftly, Gauge lifts me under my thighs and plants my butt on the floured counter. Screw my clothes. I’ll do anything to have Gauge.
Nestled between my legs, Gauge’s lips never leave mine. I’m half out of my mind with need, moaning brazenly into his mouth. One of his rough hands skirts upward under my apron, molding around one of my breasts.
Yes. More. I need more.
My legs wrap around his waist, and my fingers interlace with his hair, urging him on. Feeling brave, I snake a hand between us, cupping his enormous package in his jeans.
The next thing I know, Gauge pushes me down on the counter, leaning over me to trap me in place. A bowl falls on the linoleum floor. Flour blooms everywhere, but I don’t care. I’m so caught up in the moment that I don’t consider anyone walking in on us when I unzip his jeans.
A throat clears behind us. Our heads whip to the side, finding Atlas with his arms folded over his chest and a wicked grin on his face. “Came back for more food and catch you two making dough babies.”
Slowly, I remove my hand from inside Gauge’s pants. This is beyond embarrassing. To make matters worse, the movement makes Gauge groan—loudly.
Atlas shakes his head at the ceiling. “Tell me how long before I pull out the baked goods?”
I blink, confused. Though it could still be my embarrassment, knowing Gauge’s hand is still holding my boob. “Um…another ten minutes.”
Atlas nods for us to leave, a smile plastered on his face. “Go on. Take advantage of an empty house. I would suggest a shower. You two are diiiirty.”
Gauge yanks me upright so fast I squeak with surprise. He throws me over his shoulder like a Neanderthal, racing down the hall toward the bathroom, both of us laughing like teenagers. He rushes us into the bathroom, locking us in before setting me on my feet.
I catch my appearance in the mirror and gasp. I am a hot mess!
“What’s wrong, baby?”
I look at Gauge, dissolving into a fit of giggles. He’s an even bigger, hot mess. Dough and flour turned his hair into a matted white clump.
Taken aback, Gauge looks at his reflection. “Ah, shit. Is this going to wash out?”
“I don’t know,” I rasp, my sides hurting from laughing.
Shaking his head, Gauge turns on the shower and undresses. I instantly shut up, watching the inadvertent striptease.
My God, this man is a work of art. Ripped torso, Adonis belt, and bulging arm muscles. And he certainly doesn’t skip leg day—those are the most muscled thighs I’ve ever seen. Gauge is more than eye candy—he’s a toothache.
With a ravenous groan, Gauge reaches out, tugging my clothes off my body. I haven’t been naked with him since he took my virginity. Any insecurity I may have about my body flies right out the window when Gauge’s emerald eyes roam hungrily over my curves. When his eyes land on mine, they’re lust-heavy and full of mischief.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I whisper shyly, my cheeks flaming.
Gauge grins wickedly. “What do you want from me? Let me hear you say it with that pretty voice of yours.”
Heat flares in my veins as I gather the courage to tell him what I want him to do to me. “I—I want you…inside me.”
Pleased with my honesty, his crooked smile grows wolfish as he pulls me into the shower. The water is warm but feels cool against my feverish skin. The blood pumping through my eager body has me boiling with desire. I don’t know what I’m doing, but Gauge does, and he’s more than willing to orchestrate how this will go down.
Softly, Gauge pushes me back against the cool tiles of the shower, making me gasp and arch into him. I wrap my arms around him, bringing him closer.
