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“Open the oven for me, please?”
Boone opened the door. He looked far too good in the kitchen, but he made a surprisingly good baking partner.
She slid the tray in and wiped her hands on the towel tucked into her waistband. She let her gaze wander over the way his denim jeans hugged his ass. An ass she’d had her hands all over last night. A hot throb in her lower belly made her bite her lip.
As much as she wished she could pretend the world didn’t exist, that it was just the two of them and Atlas in a beautiful cabin in the mountains, baking cupcakes and having spectacular sex, she knew she couldn’t bury her head in the sand.
“After we finish the cupcakes, I want to look into Carruthers.”
Boone’s jaw tightened, but he gave a tight nod.
“We need to find what he’s after. This isn’t about ransom. He wants something and he thinks I can give it to him.”
“We’ll do some digging.”
“Thanks.” She set her shoulders back. “First, we need to prep some frosting. Cupcakes with no frosting are crime.”
Beside her, Boone nabbed a muffin and bit into it. It was his fourth one. “What do you want me to do?”
“Grab the milk for me?”
Expertly, she pulled out a bowl and started putting in the ingredients. She added the milk that Boone handed her and started mixing.
“We’ll get the frosting ready, and once the cupcakes are cooked and cooled, we’ll ice them.”
“Then eat them.” He sounded like a little boy.
“Yes.”
Gemma wanted to spoil this man. She didn’t think he’d had enough fun in his life.
Well, today he was getting cupcakes with extra frosting. She kept mixing, lifted the wooden spoon, and turned.
And hit Boone in the face.
“Oh.” She bit her lip. “I’m sorry.”
He had a streak of frosting on his nose.
“That’s assault with a deadly weapon.”
“I didn’t mean it.” Trying not to laugh, she swiped her finger along the spoon. Then she smeared frosting all over his stubbled cheek. “I meant that.”
His eyes turned hooded. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.” He stepped forward, trapping her against the counter. Then he dipped a hand into the bowl of frosting, then smeared the sweet stickiness over her lips and down her jaw.
“Boone!” Her chest hitched. She saw the heat in his gaze.
He lowered his head, licking the frosting off her lips. Then his mouth ran over her jaw. She tipped her head back, her belly filled with fizzes of desire. His mouth traveled lower.
“Boone…” Now his name was just a moan.
He shoved her shirt up and smeared frosting over her belly. Then he dropped to his knees and licked it off her skin.
She cried out, instantly wet between her legs. But she’d wanted to spoil him, not the other way around.
She grabbed his shirt and urged him up. When he stood, she spun him so that his back was to the counter.
“My turn.” She attacked the belt and got his jeans open.
