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AARON
Aaron pressed his arms around Brynn, caging her against the counter as they kneaded pasta dough together, the buzz of her touch blocking out the sounds of the other couples in his kitchen. She leaned her head towards his, her cheek grazing his. A rush of electricity zipped through his body. His palms cocooned hers as they worked, turning an everyday task into something much more sensual.
"I think you've kneaded the pasta enough, don't want to overwork it." Atlas winked at Aaron. “Go ahead and wrap it in Saran wrap and let it sit for fifteen minutes to let the gluten work while we prepare your space to roll out the pasta dough,” Atlas instructed them.
Jasmine, his wife, stood by his side and handed them the plastic wrap.
Their pasta lesson had turned into more of a triple date after Aaron had suggested they hire Atlas for a private lesson in pasta making, and Brynn had told him to invite Jasmine too.
Aaron backed up from the counter, immediately missing the feel of Brynn’s body pressed against his. Wiping his hands on the towel to remove most of the sticky dough remnants, his eyes wandered over his wife. She was stunning the first time she’d worn the emerald silk dress he’d bought her, but tonight she’d forgone the leggings, and he got an eyeful of her bare legs for the very first time ever.
He leaned in to her ear. “You look gorgeous.”
A slight pink tinged her cheeks. How far down her body does that blush spread when she comes undone?
The corners of her lips turned up, her eyes sparkling with something akin to excitement. “Thank you.”
He ran his nose up the shell of her ear. “Should I stop?” He pulled away a fraction as her eyes darted to him.
She shook her head. “No. I like hearing it far too much.”
“Good.” He smiled triumphantly.
Atlas handed them a silver pasta attachment for the cream-colored KitchenAid mixer Aaron had barely used.
Brynn grabbed a paper towel and wiped the counter off. The scent of savory tomato sauce, garlic, and fresh basil wafted through the kitchen. Mason stirred the sauce at the stove, sprinkling in a little salt.
“Oh, I want to do this part too.” Pippa joined them on the other side of Brynn.
Atlas winked. “Everyone will get to do the fun part.”
“Does anyone want some wine while we wait? I brought a red and white from the local Fates Winery.” Jasmine placed six glasses on the counter.
“Ooh, I can’t drink alcohol because of my epilepsy,” Pippa reminded them, patting her faithful service pet, Lady, on the head.
“We brought some sparkling cider too.” Atlas opened the fridge and pulled out the bottle.
Pippa selected an empty glass and scooted it toward Atlas. “I’ll take some of that.”
“Red for me,” Mason added.
Jasmine poured for them, and they each took their glass.
“Would you like some cider, Brynn?” Aaron asked, collecting an empty cup.
“Actually, I’d love to try a little wine.”
He looked up, trying to hide his surprise. “Sure. Which kind?”
She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth nervously. “I’m not sure.”
“Then you can try a little of both.” Jasmine extended her own glass of white to Brynn.
Brynn tentatively took it, inhaling the glass before her chest rose and fell, determination sparking in her gaze. She tipped it to her lips and nodded before licking her lips. “It’s not bad. It’s sweet.”
Aaron poured a tiny bit of red in another glass and handed it to Brynn. Her dainty fingers wrapped around the stem before she brought it to her lips, the corners of her eyes creasing as she swallowed. “That one is . . . a little . . .” She swallowed again.
