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The kiss goes from zero to sixty in less than two seconds. It’s messy, sugary, and hot as hell. We’re pawing at each other. His delicious tongue swirls around my mouth. Oh god, the way he kisses. I get so lost in it.
He moves his hands to my thighs, lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around him. I grip his shirt, attempting to bring him closer, as if that’s possible.
An immediate ache develops between my legs. I squeeze my thighs around him, trying to gain some friction. This man drives me mad with desire.
My tongue is in his mouth, tasting every inch of him. Our lips move together perfectly. Sensually.
His hands are all over my body, lighting me on fire.
All of a sudden, I hear, “Mommy?”
Dominic and I freeze. I immediately unwrap my legs and slide down his body. Dominic and I stare at each other wide-eyed for a moment before turning to see all three kids standing there, all with huge, dopey smiles on their faces.
Valentina, with her sass, crosses her arms and asks, “Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend? You’re not allowed to kiss unless you are.”
Dominic grabs my hand and kisses it while staring at Luke. “Luke, I’d like to ask your permission to make your mom my girlfriend. I think she’s the most special woman I’ve ever met.”
I try to play it cool, as if my heart didn’t just skip a beat. As if it’s not the sweetest and most exciting thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
Luke thinks for a moment. “Does this mean I can’t marry Valentina?”
I can’t help but let out a laugh.
Valentina shakes her head. “You never had a chance with me anyway. You’re not my type.”
Luke looks like he’s about to cry. I need to lighten things.
I scoop a heaping handful of batter and throw it at Valentina. It splatters all over her.
She gasps in shock before smiling and grabbing her own handful. It looks like she’s going to throw it at me, but at the last second, she turns and throws it at Dominic. All. Over. Dominic.
And then all hell breaks loose. A full-fledged food fight is going on in my kitchen. We’re all hysterically laughing, all covered in muffin batter. My kitchen is a mess, but I don’t care. We’re having a blast. Matteo is grinning from ear to ear as he’s covered in batter, trying to protect himself.
The four of us gang up on Dominic, completely covering him in the batter. The kids all climb on top of him while I smother his face in the sticky mess. Matteo is now squealing with laughter. We all are.
Even little Trex has batter all over his fur as he rolls around in confusion.
We’re in the midst of mayhem when I hear the doorbell ring. I assume it’s the takeout I had ordered for Dominic and me. I dodge batter, walking out of the kitchen toward my front door. I yell back, “That must be our food.”
As I make my way to the door, I feel Dominic’s arms wrap around me from behind and lift me. He kisses up my neck. “Dinner is on me, princesa.”
I screech. “You’re getting me all messy.”
He kisses my neck again. “Quiero ensuciarte más.”I want to get you messier.
My breathing picks up. As soon as he talks in Spanish, I practically lose brain function. I’m putty in his hands.
He’s licking batter off my face and neck as we’re both laughing when I open the door. I look out and my face drops. It’s not the takeout guy. It’s Brittany and Mindy. They look at my batter-covered body and then they look at Dominic. Their chins legitimately drop when they see the sex god behind me, covered in batter with his muscular arms wrapped around me and his mouth on my neck.
I can’t help but smile. Yep, I know I have the hottest man alive wrapped around me, licking me. I’m a lucky bitch. “Brittany. Mindy. Can I help you?”
Brittany studders, “W…w…we’re patrolling tonight. We thought you might want to come. We brought you your shirt.” She holds it up. It’s literally a shirt with a big badge that reads M.O.M. Patrol. Both of their last names begin with the letterMwhile mine begins with anO. I notice they’re both wearing the same one.
“I’m a little busy…umm…baking tonight. There’s a bake sale at the school on Monday. We’re making muffins.”
Mindy mumbles, “Will he be on the menu?”
I press my lips together to stifle my smile. Not yours, but I hope he’s on my menu.
