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The moment she wraps her full lips around my finger, I see my mistake.
I feel my cock growing in my pants. Achingly hard. Painfully hard.
We’ve shattered through the wall of ice, but now, we’re at the other extreme. Heat burns between us, scorching every other thought and worry out of my head.
I shift closer and palm her thigh. I just need to ground myself to something real, something tangible. Because with every second that Cora’s mouth is on my fingertip, the likelihood that I throw her on the counter and devour her like the cake we’re supposed to be tasting grows exponentially larger.
Her lashes flutter closed. She tightens her hand around my wrist, twisting as she swirls her tongue slowly around my finger. It’s impossible not to think about where I wish her tongue was instead.
Then she moans.
Holy fuck, she actually moans. I feel the vibration in my bones.
Her cheeks hollow out. She sucks every possible drop of frosting from my finger. Her tongue flicks the end of my finger once and then again.
I’m shaking with lust. Stuck in a trap of my own making.
Then her eyes open.
And the moment shatters apart.
The house lights come on. The curtain parts. The fantasy we’ve been living in for days dissolves like the paper dream it is, and I force myself to pull my finger free of her mouth.
Her mask is gone. All that’s left is stunned fear and crushed hope.
Cora blinks at me, her eyes darting around in hopes of some kind of escape. Then she jolts up, almost knocking her stool back in the process. “I need to use the restroom.”
As she sprints away, I adjust my pants and consider the choice now before me: do I pretend I don’t give a damn and let her go?
Or do I follow her into the bathroom and show her exactly how much I care?
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I glance at the bathroom door again and again. As if the answer to the question circling around my mind will appear there.
Just as I decide Cora has been gone too long—a whopping five minutes—and I should go after her, my phone rings.
I answer the call and squint through the front window to the dark world beyond where I know Yasha is standing guard. “What do you want?”
“I want to know if I should give you two some privacy. Things are heating up in there.”
I honestly forgot Yasha was watching over us. The moment Cora wrapped her lips around my finger, I forgot the rest of the world fucking existed. My universe narrowed to one very specific point.
“We’re playing our parts, Yasha.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, unconvinced. “My part, apparently, is to be your voyeur. That’s what I feel like out here. Like some creepy perv being turned on by cake.”
I flash a middle finger at the glass even though all I can see is my own watery reflection. “Fuck off.”
Yasha laughs. “Is that an order? Because last I heard, your wifey is still under threat.”
I spin back towards the still closed bathroom door. Maybe she’s going to hide in there until our cake tasting is over.
“Have you seen any movement out there?”
“Nope. Nothing beyond the two of you getting cozy.”
