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The only one I want?

What the fuckin’ fuck is wrong with me?

“Well, you’ll be happy to note that it’s all for a good cause.”

I have to admit, it does smell good in here.

I give her a chin lift. “What’s on the menu?”

“Grandma’s pecan pie.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

She knows that’s my favorite. Her mom makes it for Thanksgiving.

“And some chocolate chip cookies I thought I’d take to work for the boys.”

The idea irks me. I push off the island and go take a peek at one of the cooling trays.

I snag a cookie and stuff it in my mouth. It actually tastes pretty good.

“Didn’t know you baked,” I say, turning to face her.

She has a fuckin’NOLA Sweet Treats Bakeryapron on over her pjs, and I bite my bottom lip as I watch her ass move while she puts the pie together.

“I don’t,” she replies.

I come up behind her as she continues to work.

“These cookies are all mine. Got me?”

She shakes her head. “The boys never get treats.”

“What are they, fuckin’ dogs? They want treats, they can go over to Indi’s and fuckin’ buy their own.”

“Are you getting jealous over my cookies?”

I reach around and cup her breasts. She tries to slap my hands away, but it only makes me grasp harder.

“No need to be. Your cookies are mine.”

“Speaking of which. Just to clarify…since this clearly isn’t a one-night thing… Your dick’s mine, I’m assuming? No sweet butts for you while we’re fucking.”

I massage her tits, nuzzling my face into her neck. She smells like fuckin’ caramel cream pie.

“You really think I’ve got time for that shit, as well as you?” I snort.

“Good point.”

“Shouldn’t be here,” I mutter. “But you and your fuckin’ mouth.”

I tilt her head so she looks at me. I so badly want to take that mouth…but I know what it means if I do.

She parts her lips as I swallow hard, my throat suddenly feeling like sandpaper. We stare at one another.

“Why?” she whispers.

I frown. “Why what?”

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