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The decision made, Jeanette stared into eyes so dark they were nearly black and replied, “I really don’t want you to go to hell.”
Hunter dropped his hands and stood up so fast the chair fell backward. “Stay right there. I’ll be back in second.”
Jogging across the kitchen, Hunter shoved through the kitchen door. A few seconds later, he reappeared. “The front door was still unlocked,” he explained, moving to stand in front of her. “We wouldn’t want any interruptions.”
“Oh, of course,” she mumbled. He’d locked them in. A shiver of excitement skittered over her.
Staring up at him, Jeanette suddenly felt very small, which was a rarity. Usually the size of her butt alone made her feel rather awkward. Hunter’s large, muscular biceps and powerful build practically dwarfed her and did little to ease her jumpy nerves. When he leaned down and grasped onto her waist, then lifted her out of the chair as if she weighed no more than a child, Jeanette squealed and grabbed onto his shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
He sat her gently on the table and answered, “I’m eating my brownie.”
The rough, dark tone traveled straight to all of Jeanette’s erogenous zones, setting off several fires along the way. How could a voice be so stimulating? “Your brownie?”
“Mmm, yeah. First, I’m going to take your blouse off.”
Proving he meant what he said, Hunter tenderly fingered one pearl button before popping it free of its hole. Another soon followed. Jeanette could barely breathe as he made his way down the front of her blouse.
With the last button undone, he said, “Then I’m going to unhook your bra and get a good look at your pretty tits.”
Pushing the blouse down her shoulders, Hunter exposed her upper body. The silky white lace bra Jeanette had chosen that morning barely covered her. Somewhere in her mind, she knew the impropriety of what they were doing. As he flicked the front hook on her bra, revealing her swollen mounds, Jeanette forgot about all the reasons why she shouldn’t be fooling around in her café after hours.
He cupped both round orbs in his palms and squeezed. “Fuck, you’re more than a mouthful, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He flicked his thumb back and forth, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. “Christ, baby, I could suck these fat nipples for hours.”
“Hunter,” she pleaded, needing to feel his mouth on her aching flesh more than she needed her next breath.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured as he leaned down and placed a kiss to each of her breasts. “Do you want to know what I’m going to do with that brownie you gave me, Jeanette?”
“W-what?” Damn it, she hated when she stuttered. It only happened during high-stress situations or if she was very anxious. Anxious, hell. Try eager, turned on, wet and throbbing. Yeah, that about summed it up.
“I plan to spoon up some of that brownie you’re so proud of and I’m going to slather it all over these succulent nipples. Then I’m going to have my dessert.”
Hunter picked up the spoon and scooped up a portion of the brownie and rapidly melting whipped cream, then ordered, “Lift your b
reast for me.”
Jeanette cupped her breast and lifted. “Like this?”
“Yeah, like that. Now don’t move.” He used the fingers of his free hand to pinch off a corner of the brownie, then carefully placed it on her nipple.
Jeanette had serious doubts about Hunter’s plan when it appeared the brownie was about to drop onto the table. “I don’t think this is going to work.”
Hunter grinned. “Trust me, baby.” He used his thumb to spread the brownie around until he’d coated her nipple with chocolate and cream. “Mmm, now that’s a tasty treat,” he whispered a second before dipping his head.
His firm lips closed over her flesh, tearing away any doubts she harbored about using her body as a living spoon. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, taking his time to savor the sweet confection. Grabbing on to the table for support, Jeanette arched forward. Hunter took his time, savoring and licking away every last crumb before lifting his head.
His eyes were half closed, pure male satisfaction in the rough angles and planes of his face. “You were right. This really is the best brownie I’ve ever had.”
Jeanette said the first thing that came to mind. “Maybe you should have a little more. You know, so you can be sure.”
Hunter planted his hands on either side of her body, then leaned over her, effectively caging her in. “I really love the way you think, sweetness.”
4
Hunter took his time, pinching off another corner of the brownie and spreading it over Jeanette’s other tempting nipple. “I should eat all my desserts like this.”
“It might be difficult to fit into your clothes if you do.”
