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"I love making something out of a few ingredients. When I'm baking, it's like I can let my worries go. And making people happy with my creations gives me this huge adrenaline rush. Plus, as the boss, I can make my own rules—and that has enormous advantages when you have a child."
"Passion for your work is key," he says. "It's what keeps you strong and motivated. I have to admit that the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about your work is hot."
My gaze meets his, and the intensity and hunger I detect in his reflects mine.
"So, now what?" He analyzes the dark chocolate batter in his bowl.
"Now comes my favorite part. Time to taste!"
I give him a playful push. He takes a step back, and I place myself between him and the counter. I pull the bowl towards me and I swipe my index finger through it.
"Usually, I use a spoon for tasting, because of hygiene. But the bonus of making a cake for yourself is that you can use your fingers." I turn and place the batter in my mouth. The buttery chocolate melts deliciously against my tongue and a moan of pleasure leaves my lips. Nick steps in closer, and I'm trapped between him and the counter. He lowers his head until his lips touch my ear.
"You take cake tasting to another level, Emma."
His deep, husky voice intensifies the throbbing between my legs. I turn my upper body and stick my finger back into the cake batter. His fingers curl around my wrist and he pulls my finger out and brings them to his mouth. His warm lips close around it and an even deeper moan leaves my body when his tongue swirls around, licking everything off. Slowly, he pulls my finger out.
"This is the best cake batter I've ever eaten." The seductive sparkle in his irises has me burning up from the heat between us.
"It's not done yet. It needs a pinch of salt."
Without thinking, I turn my back towards him and bend over the counter to grab the salt. My butt presses back and comes into contact with his hard body. A gasp leaves his lips, and when I stand back up straight, he pushes his body against mine. His fingers brush my hair over my shoulder, and his warm lips come down on the side of my neck.
"Emma." His voice is a low growl.
"Hmm." I dip my finger in the batter for the third time. "It will be perfect now." My voice is low, and to my surprise, it sounds seductive.
He turns me around to face him, and without waiting for his next move, I take matters into my own hands by smearing the batter on his lips. The pure lust glittering in his brown depths pushes me over the edge. I lift myself onto my toes and grab his face in my hands. When I'm level with his mouth, my tongue darts out and licks his lips.
In a split second, he reacts. His hands grasp my hips, and he pushes my back against the counter. Desire pours out as our tongues begin a sensual battle. He lifts me onto the counter, and when he stands between my open legs, our kisses get more greedy and intense. I run my fingers through his caramel hair, trying to pull him even closer. With one hand on my ass and the other one behind the base of my head, he removes any space between us.
"God, I missed these perfect lips."
He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs it back with force. His mouth starts a sweet trail of nibbling, licking, and biting my sensitive skin. I'm panting by the time he arrives at the seam of my dress.
"Can I see you, Emma?"
Without a doubt in my mind, I raise my behind, and he pulls my dress up. I lift my arms, permitting him to take it off, and when he does, my white lace bra and lace G-string reveal themselves.
"Holy hell. You’re perfect." His eyes follow his hands, tracing the upper edge of my lace bra. "You are by far the sexiest woman I've ever met," he says with a downright predatory smile.
Normally, I would have started a debate regarding that statement, but his wanton gaze tells me he's giving me his honest opinion, and it amplifies the feverish yearning inside of me. I pull at the hem of his shirt, and his lips curl up into a sexy, cheeky smirk as he gets my hint, so he takes a step back to remove his polo.
I gasp at the sight of his perfectly developed torso. There isn't an ounce of extra fat on his body. My eyes travel from his six-pack south to the bulge in his jeans. I lick my lips as I place my palm on his naked chest. It rises and falls with rapid breaths as his muscles tense under my touch. He steps back between my legs and claims my lips with such ferocity and dominance that it drenches the little underwear I'm wearing. My hands grab his shoulder, and my nails dig into his skin.
God, our kisses are an ongoing firework. His lips leave mine, and as they start a new trail at the top of my collarbone, his hands slide to my back to open my bra. When he uncovers my breasts, his pupils dilate as he sees my hardened nipples.
"Utter perfection, Emma." His head lowers, and he takes one teat in his mouth. The touch is mind boggling. My core muscles contract as he licks, bites and sucks on both my tits. He gives them both his full attention, and I'm burning up with a fever. Every inch of my body is on fire as it reacts to his touch.
"Nick," I moan.
He lifts his head, and he places one sizeable warm hand on my ass as I kiss him with the urgency of a drug addict needing their fix.
"Emma, I..." His voice is nothing more than a low, sexy growl.
He lets his hand slip between our bodies and strokes his fingers up and down my wet lace string. A gasp of lust leaves my lips.
"What do you want, my angel?"
