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“I’m not finished.” She got off his lap and unzipped his jeans. “There’s one place I haven’t tried.” That warm, feminine hand wrapped around his cock and pulled it out.
“Shit. Fuck.” Even through the fog of lust, even though he needed to be in her mouth, he had to keep her safe, so he glanced out the windows and rearview mirrors. When he didn’t see any sign of life, he braced his feet on the floorboard, lifted his ass, and lowered his jeans.
She took her time slathering cream all over his dick—tugging and twisting—and then, she started lapping at it.
Lust crashed through him, and he stretched out his legs, curling his toes. She licked like nothing had ever been more delicious. “Jesus, Gracie.”
Once she’d cleaned every trace of whipped cream off him and her fingers, she sucked his entire length into her mouth and held him there, her tongue flicking back and forth right under the head.
He clamped his hands on her head, holding her in place, completely lost in the hot, slick sensation of her mouth. She grasped him at the base and jacked him in tandem with sucking. Her tongue flicked just under the head, and the pressure was so intense, he jerked back, slamming into the headrest.
Slowly, the rhythm picked up, until she was working him hard and fast. Hands twisting, tongue sucking, she put him in a state of arousal that left him moaning and ready to explode. The pleasure was so intense, he never wanted it to end.
When the tension grew unbearable, his hips punched, and he came so hard he went soaring into a state of euphoria. She kept sucking, coaxing more explosions out of him, until he nearly lost consciousness.
When she let him go, she sat up with a very satisfied expression. “Now, that was really good cream.”
He burst out laughing. “Okay, vixen. It’s my turn.” He pulled up his pants. “Get dressed. I’m taking you back to the cabin so I can defile all your pastries.”
Her eyes flared with delight. “Lucky me.”
This woman was everything. She was fresh and beautiful, filthy as fuck in bed, kind, generous, fearless—he couldn’t wait to put a ring on it. He backed out of the wooded area and continued up the road. Weirdly, while the mountain town didn’t have good cell reception, the cabin did. He hadn’t talked to Kinny since last night, and he wanted to hear about the exhibition. Since she’d only had two lessons, she had to sit it out. He knew it would be tough for her, but he also figured it would encourage her to take the next class and get better at her sport.
He thought about what Gracie had said, about searching the audience, and vowed to never miss any of his daughter’s events. “I like being with you.”
She was busy putting the box into a large canvas tote. “I like being with you.”
“You’re the most passionate person I know.”
She set the bag on the back seat. “We do have amazing chemistry.”
“No, I mean in every way. When I watch you baking, I’m floored at the joy it brings you. You dropped a tart the other day, and the filling splattered all over the place, but instead of being upset about losing one of your products, you were bummed because you like the way it’d looked.”
“It was an especially pretty one. But honestly, I don’t have time to get upset about anything. I have so much to make.”
“But that’s what I’m saying. Anyone else would break under the pressure. You thrive under it.”
“Yeah, well. I get to do what I love.”
“You’re amazing.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the back. The moment they reached their rental cabin, his phone rattled in the cupholder. “We got reception.” But then, it vibrated again. And again.Shit. He hit the brakes and grabbed it.
Bluetooth picked up a muffled sound, as if the caller had dropped the phone.
And then, his daughter’s voice filled the car. “Daddy, everyone gets to dance. How come I can’t? Where are you? Why aren’t you answering? I want to dance, too. Please, Daddy? Please, can I do it?”
“Dance?” Grace asked. “What’s she talking about?”
“The exhibition.” His answer was curt as he waited for more. So many messages had come in, he’d lost count. He had a sickening feeling they were not just from his daughter.
The second message started. “Today’s thelast dayof class. It’s my only time to dance with them. I just have to.Daddy.”
“And I told you you could take the next class,” he said out loud, though she obviously couldn’t hear him.
In the third message, Kinsley sounded panicked. “Daddy, where are you? It’s almost over, and Coach Molly says I can’t perform without your permission. Tell her I can do it. Tell her, Daddy.”
“Shit.” His palms went clammy on the steering wheel, so he wiped them on his jeans. “What have you done, Kinny?”
He noticed Gracie remained quiet. Normally, she would reassure him, tell him he was catastrophizing. But this time, she agreed. Something bad happened.
