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Inflated and deflated within a single minute. She was good.
“I’ll have it to you by tomorrow morning. Get some sleep, Mag—and don’t text me any more inappropriate candy canes.” She clicked off and set down her phone.
“Who’s that guy?”
She went back to stirring. “Who says it was a guy?”
I rose and came around the counter to step closer to her, inordinately pleased when she stiffened. I nosed back the curls along her neck, shifting to murmur into her ear.
“The guy who was inside you an hour ago and knows your reactions.”
She was caught off guard enough to drop her spoon. I leaned around her to pick it up and taste the dough.
Mmm, delicious.
“It was a couple of hours ago now. You fell asleep, remember?”
“Vaguely. Turn around.”
She did as I asked, tilting back her head as I held out her spoon for her to lick. “You aren’t supposed to eat raw eggs.”
“Not what I wish I was licking right now, but it’ll do.” I took a taste of the spoon then offered it to her and she took a tentative lick.
Her pupils dilated as I lightly pulsed my hips against hers.
“What do you have on under this robe?” I already suspected not much, but it was fun to watch the flush creep up her neck.
“Better question. Why are you wearing your jacket in the house?”
“Princess made a bed out of my sweater.”
“Oh. She does that a lot.” She bit her lip. “I’d like to curl up on your sweater too.”
“Maybe later. Now about your robe. And what you don’t have under it.”
She took another lick of the spoon and swallowed as I nudged the cleft between her thighs. “You can’t be—”
“Oh, I am. Tell me what you have on under here or I’ll find out myself.”
“Nothing.”
The spoon clattered to the counter as I boosted her up and stepped between her spread legs to nuzzle her throat. “Good girl.”
“Because I’m wearing nothing or because I answered you?”
“Both.” I tapped her chin until her dark eyes leveled on mine. I absolutely loved her height and how it matched so well with my own. “Now tell me about the man you were giggling for.”
Her full unpainted lips trembled open. “I wasn’t giggling for him.”
“Who. Was. He?”
I expected her to toss some snark or attitude back at me. She had every right to. I knew I was being heavy-handed. But she seemed caught in this weird sexual thrall between us too. “Magnus, my business partner.”
I cupped her cheek until she met my gaze. “Are you more than business partners?”
“God, no.”
“Ever?”
