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“I’ll keep that in mind for later.” My lady bits yell at me,why wait when there’s now. I shake my head. I am not desperate. Maybe if I repeat it enough, I’ll believe it.
“So, we’ll need…” I list off the ingredients as he pulls them out. “Oh, and don’t forget the kisses…”
“Kisses?”
My eyes widen as I look at him. “You have seriously never had Peanut Butter Blossoms before?”
“Can’t say that I have.”
“Dang, Oliver. Please tell me you’ve at least had a sugar cookie, right?”
“Sugar cookies are more my style.”
“All right. We’re gonna drop the ingredients into a large bowl. Then get to whisking, my handy little elf. I’m talking about putting some major elbow grease into it.”
“You got it, boss. What about the rest?”
“Grab a second bowl and add the eggs and vanilla. We’ll need to beat that until well mixed, then mix in the rest.”
“You planning on beating anything else tonight, baby?” His look is coy, but devious. Oliver has heartbreaker written all over him.
I shake my head, not able to form the words to respond.
He grabs the hand mixer and starts mixing the first part of the process. When he opens the bag to the flour, it spews over everything, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Oh, you think this is funny?”
“Uh huh…”
“It’s gonna be really funny when I rub it all over you, isn’t it?”
I give him my sternest, hands on hips, expression. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He takes a handful of the spilled flour and rubs it on my cheeks and nose. I narrow my eyes at him.
He bends down to give me the biggest hug, despite my protests. Looking at this face, I notice a huge smear of flour and my hand moves automatically to get rid of it. Catching my hand in his, he kisses my hand like I’m the Queen of England. It feels intimate, magical. He’s Mr. Perfect, seriously. Captain of the swoon.
My needy little heart is being so dang hopeful. Pitter pattering in delight. “All right, jokes aside. We need to get these cookies going.” Covering the bowl with plastic wrap, we throw it in the fridge for thirty minutes along with some chocolate kisses. I hit the preheat on the oven for three-seventy-five, line a baking sheet with parchment paper, and then add the remainder of the granulated sugar into a shallow bowl and set aside.
His lips find mine again as we wait for our batter. Reaching over to the counter behind me, he scoops up some flour and lets it pour out off his hand onto my shoulders, some falling beneath my shirt.
“Oops.” He whispers.
I shake my head.Oh, he’s good. “Whatever will I do. Looks like I’m just going to have to get rid of this shirt.” He shrugs as if to say I guess so.
I drag my hands to the hem of my sweater and pull it off, leaving behind my bright red bra that matches the bright red panties I have beneath my pants. His eyes show more than a hint of appreciation, and my nipples pebble into diamonds under his perusal.
He trails the back of his fingers up to my shoulder, across my collar bone, and then down through the valley between my breasts. He teases the tight rosy bud of my nipple between his fingers, eliciting the dirtiest sounding moan from my throat.
Oliver’s fingers dance over my slightly flabby stomach, moving to the waist of my pants. He slips a rough thumb into each side and looks to me for permission. I nod yes because why the fuck wouldn’t I want this sexy man right now? He gently starts to pull them down, and I help by shimmying. He bends as he pulls them down until he reaches to take one pant leg off, followed by the other.
He waits for me to look at him before his tongue traces up the inside of my calf, up my thighs, and then his lips kiss their way to where I want him.
He inhales deeply and I try to squeeze my legs closed, but he doesn’t let me. He pulls them apart again. “Let me see, baby. I want to see what you’re hiding. I want to know if you’re as wet for me as I am hard for you right now.”
I let my knees fall apart with the gentle coaxing of his hands, and his nose runs up the front of the thong I’m currently wearing. “Fuck, you smell good.”
He won’t even have to feel me to know how wet I am for him, but he does anyhow. His fingers rub along the outer sides of my panties and he groans in delight. “You’re so damn wet for me.” Pushing the fabric covering my pussy to the side, he lets his fingers trace over my outer lips, coating himself in my wetness before pulling them back and sucking them off with his tongue. “You taste as good as you smell, baby. You want me to play with you for a little while?”
