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clit until she was bucking upward and begging him to take her.
    She cried out his name when he finally entered her. She was more than ready for him, and he filled her deeply. She spread herself wider for him, and he raised himself above her, watching her expression while he thrust into her.
    His powerful claiming was primal, and she sensed the moment he lost control and began pounding into her with the same desperation she had welcomed him with. Time stood still. There was only the intense pleasure from their joining, the sound of their passionate breathing, and the lust in each other’s eyes that neither could look away from. They were connected beyond their physical bodies. In that moment he was hers, and she was his; nothing else mattered.
    They rode toward release together, almost violently. She dug her hands into his hair as his speed increased, and gave herself over to an orgasm she felt from her toes to the roots of her hair. He gasped, “Oh, baby, I’m coming,” and thrust deeply one last time.
    Still inside her, he gave her a long, tender kiss that blurred Cassie’s vision with tears. When he raised his head he smiled down at her, and Cassie couldn’t help but smile back. No matter what happened, she wouldn’t regret knowing this side of him.
    He rolled onto his side, disposed of the condom, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips softly. “I knew we would be this good together. I wanted you from the first time I stepped into your kitchen. You had a smudge of frosting on your face, and I wanted to lick it off you. I wanted to lick every inch of you, Cupcake. And I will. Over and over again. All night long.”
    Frosting? Baking. Cassie sat up. “Oh, shit. I have to bake for tomorrow.”
    He traced her collarbone then cupped one of her breasts firmly. “That’s okay, I’ll help you.”
    Smiling down at him, Cassie asked, “What do you know about baking?”
    He slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her sex possessively. “Enough.”
    Suddenly breathing heavily again, Cassie whispered, “I can’t let just anyone in my kitchen. What are your qualifications?”
    His eyes narrowed with pleasure. He raised a hand to her breast. “A strong need to lick frosting from your tits.” His talented fingers slid from her breast to her thigh. “Your thighs.” His fingers slid across to up her sex. “Then have you come in my mouth. I want to lay you across that table and taste every inch of you until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
    I could come again from just imagining it.
    “You’re hired,” Cassie said with a chuckle.
     
    ***
     
    Once again dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Luke leaned a hip against a counter and watched Cassie check on a batch of cookies in one of her industrial-sized ovens. Her hair was pulled back, but still wet from the shower they had shared. She looked sweet and innocent draped in her large apron. Even after the marathon day of sex they’d had, he felt his cock stir again as he watched her. “You have a smudge of blue on your neck,” he said huskily.
    She smiled at him playfully from beneath those naturally long lashes of hers and swatted at him with an oven mitt. “That’s because you distracted me in the shower.”
    A wide smile spread across his face. Being with her felt right. He couldn’t explain why or begin to guess what it meant for either of them, but he wanted to remain in this place with this feeling as long as he could. “I tried not to, but you had frosting in places I couldn’t help but want to taste again.”
    She blushed. The timer on the oven went off; she pulled a hot pan out and slid it on a cooling rack. “You could make yourself useful and decorate the cooled batch.” Their eyes met for a hot moment. “It’s not like you don’t know how to apply frosting.”
    A wave of warmth swept through him as he remembered how he’d drawn sugary trails along her body and then his own. Every touch, every flick of his tongue or hers was forever