Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
She sucked in a sharp breath and licked her lips, her eyes connected with mine for several long, hot moments. “Right. Pie. Contest.” She took a step back and then another and another until about ten feet separated us. “Okay, Master, teach me your ways.”
Oh, the things I would fucking love to teach her in the bedroom. I cleared my throat and caught her smirk. “Call me ‘Master’ one more time.”
She arched a brow. “Earn it.”
My cock sprang to life at her challenge, and I set about doing just that. “The key to the perfect pie crust is cold butter,” I said before I forgot about the contest again and took her to bed until she begged me to stop.
“Cold butter seems like it would be difficult to work with.”
“Having it cold makes sure it doesn’t melt too quickly, so when it gets to the oven, the good fats keep the crust flaky and buttery.” I looked up and found her staring at me. “What?”
“You’re not making this easy.”
“This whole distance thing?”
She nodded.
“You’re right. I’m not.” I winked and enjoyed the way her cheeks turned pink. “So tell me, Sela, what’s your favorite pie?”
She thought about it as her eyes traced the bowl of apples and three different pints of fruits. “Cherry is my go-to pie because it’s like home. It’s always good. Even average cherry pie is pretty good. And blackberry is kind of exotic and different, but so good during its limited season.”
“I’m partial to peanut butter pie.”
“Rebel,” she said under her breath. She rinsed the berries and placed them in bowls before lining them up on the countertop.
“Are you paying attention to how to do this crust? I think you should bake, and I’ll eat.”
She turned to me with narrowed eyes and shook her head. “At least now I know you do have flaws.”
Shocked, my brows rose. “What are they?”
“You,” she pointed at me, “are a sexist.”
I frowned. “It’s called being considerate. You may have heard of it.”
Sela rolled her eyes. “You’re the pie expert here, so you stick to baking, and I’ll eat the pies, whether you like it or not.” She poked her finger in my chest, and I grabbed her wrist to stop her. She sucked in a breath and looked up at me. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I told her, my voice a little gruffer than I liked. “You’re really fucking hot when you’re bossy.”
Her mouth opened and then shut. Twice. Her eyes darkened to near black, and then she muttered under her breath, “Screw it,” about a second before she leapt into my arms and fixed her lips to mine.
This kiss started off on ten, hot and spiraling out of control quickly. Her legs wrapped around my waist, nestling my cock between her hot thighs, pressed up against her core. The way she gripped my face, holding me tight like she was afraid I might disappear if she let go, was so damn hot, and I let her take the lead.
She was skittish about getting involved, but she wanted me, and that was something I could work with. She moaned into my mouth and then her fingers slid around to the back of my head, winding her fingers around my hair just hard enough to sting. “Brock,” she moaned against my lips. “We shouldn’t.”
I smiled against her mouth, chuckling because despite her words, Sela made no move to sever the kiss. “We really shouldn’t,” I agreed against her lips. “Do you want to stop?” I’d hate it, but I would stop.
“No,” she sighed. “I really, really don’t.”
That was all I needed to hear to swing us around to the deep blue tiled counter, where I sat her down before stepping between her legs. She was hot all over and hungry for me, which was so damn hot I couldn’t think straight. “Good. That’s real good because I don’t think I can stop.” I tilted her chin up and slanted my mouth across hers, kissing her like this was my last kiss on earth, like this was the last woman I’d ever kiss and I had lost time to make up for.
Sela gripped my hair even tighter and pulled me closer with her legs, grinding her hips against mine before she let out a shaky breath. Still, she didn’t pull back. She nibbled my bottom lip, then licked it from one corner to the other. “Yes,” she sighed.
I was so hard I ached, and all I wanted was to take my time with Sela, to feel every shaky breath when my hand slid over her body. I wanted to lay her down and devour her. “Sela, babe.”
“I know.” She whispered the words in my ear before nipping the lobe and kissing her way down my neck before she licked a trail of heat up my throat to my chin. “God, I know.”