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“I don’t know. I feel like I just got the handle on the batter and now we add another step…this might be too much for one day.”
I invade his personal space and drag my finger down the center of his chest. My voice soft and seductive as I say, “How about this? If you make it, I’ll let you lick the frosting off my body.” Maybe I’ll be mounting him after all.
He captures my hand with his. Desire pools behind his hooded eyes. “You need to be more specific. Which frosting?”
I glance up. “Both.”
A groan rumbles from his chest. “Let’s do this.”
I step away, needing a little space between us before I rip his clothes off and run my tongue over his body as if he was my own personal cupcake and tastinghisfrosting. Reaching for the tablet, I pull up a simple buttercream frosting recipe. Not for me, since I’ve had this recipe memorized since culinary school, but for Van, so he can follow along.
We work seamlessly together as Van unwraps the unsalted butter and tosses the sticks into the bowl latched to the stand mixer as I measure out the salt and dump it in. I lift the lever to raise the bowl and Van turns on the mixer. The paddle swirls, mixing the ingredients. Once the two ingredients are whipped together, I slow down the paddle and both of us slowly sift the confectioner’s sugar into the bowl. Our hands bump together occasionally, neither of us can hide our smiles when they do. I stop the mixer, scrape down the sides, and Van starts it up again to repeat the process. When everything is mixed, each of us grabs a tablespoon. I measure out the vanilla and Van measures out the cream. At the same time, we pour our liquid into the mixing bowl.
“Now we mix it until it’s nice and fluffy.” I glance up at Van standing next to me, my shoulder almost touching his bicep. He wraps an arm around my back, resting his palm on the table, caging me in. With his nose, he nuzzles the back of my neck.
“Smells like you.” His breath is warm against the shell of my ear.
I tilt my head so my lips are an inch away from his. My eyes scan his, then drift to his lips. If I move a sliver, my mouth would be on his. My heart hammers in my chest at the same speed of the mixer. Each passing second feels more like minutes. I don’t know how he does it, but he’s electrified my life, like there might actually be a guy out there for me and that guy is him.
The oven timer dings, pulling me from his hypnotic trance. “The cupcakes are done.” My voice is low and soft.
“I’ll grab them.” Van waits a moment, his eyes still searching mine before pushing off the table and stepping away.
I use the free moment to collect my thoughts. The bakery. Focus on the bakery. I switch off the mixer and lower the bowl so I can remove the paddle. Then I remove the bowl from the mixer and set it on the table.
Van places the cupcakes next to the bowl and rubs the palms of his hands together. “Let’s ice some cupcakes.”
“Frost. We frost cupcakes.”
“Aren’t they the same thing?”
“No. Icing is thinner and more flowy and mostly consists of sugar. It’s mostly used for donuts, cinnamon rolls, and some cakes. You didn’t learn this from your mom?”
“I was more interested in eating everything she baked, and less abouthowthey were made. So, we frost the cupcakes?”
“Correct.” Van reaches for a cupcake in the tin, but I stop him, pulling his hand away. “But first they need to cool, otherwise the frosting will melt. You can frost your penis cupcake, though.”
Van’s eyes light up with delight like a child meeting Santa for the first time. He darts to the opposite side of the kitchen to grab the plate with his cupcake resting on top. When he returns, he places it in front of himself. His excitement is contagious as he bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet. I pull out a pastry bag and a large star tip.
“Hand me the spatula over there.” I point to a spatula resting on the counter near the sink. Van reaches over and plucks it off the counter and passes it to me. “So, the trick is to put the pastry bag in a glass so you can fill it. It makes it one hundred times easier.”
I wrap the plastic around a glass, scrape the bowl, and plop a heaping scoop of frosting into the bag. I pass the spatula to Van so he can do the next scoop. When the bag is full, I pull up the side and twist the bag closed. I give it a gentle squeeze until the frosting peeks out of the tip and then pass it to Van. He eyes the pastry bag, then his cupcake, and then me, a blank expression on his face.
I can’t fight the smile that takes over. He looks absolutely adorable when he’s confused with his big puppy dog eyes. “Here, let me show you.”
I grab the pastry bag from him with one hand and direct his larger hand to wrap around my smaller one. He moves to stand behind me and wraps his other hand around mine. I guide the piping bag over part of his cupcake and squeeze, causing the frosting to flow out. I move our hands over the cupcake in a circular motion, creating a cone of frosting.
“Here. You give it a try.”
“How about you show me one more?” He pulls his hands off the pastry bag.
“Okay…”
My eyebrows pinch together, unsure of what he’s up to. I pipe the frosting onto the next part of his cupcake when something cool swipes across my neck. Then Van’s warm mouth is covering the same spot, licking and sucking.
“Tastes sweet like you, but I still prefer how you taste more.”
Oh. I can get on board with this. I tilt my head to give him better access. Another dab of frosting glides across my neck. Van’s mouth covers the spot again. My lips fall open and I can’t control the moan that escapes. A shiver rolls through my body and my nipples harden to stiff peaks beneath my shirt. Van continues to nip and suck on my heated skin.
