Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Me neither, weirdly enough. You’d think working in a bakery would make me hungry all the time, but it’s much more fun to get jacked up on caffeine all day. Coffee is supposed to be an appetite suppressant, isn’t it? Anyway, real food before noon just seems wrong.”
“I do want to try the pie, though,” Luca says.
“I hear that. It’s the first one you’ve made in ages.” It’s sitting right there on the counter. Mom and Dad brought it back with them last night and saved it for me. “Close your eyes. I’ll feed it to you.”
His brows crash together in suspicion. “Is this going to be one of those incidents where you ram it into my face and smush it all around?”
I make a face. “That’s gross.”
Also? Luca is immaculate this morning. I was surprised to find him wearing a vintage leather jacket with a high collar and not his hoodie when I picked him up this morning. He shed the jacket to reveal a black button-up shirt the second he walked into the house. We don’t have air conditioning, and it’s late June. It’s far too hot for the jacket.
And for shirtsleeves, which Luca rolled up almost absently.
It wasn’t absent to me.
I noticed.
My ovaries noticed.
My vagina also noticed and gave a shiver and two metaphoric thumbs up.
He’s not wearing jeans today, but some expensive kind of pants that match the shirt. He’s also rocking the belt that completes the mouthwatering lean hips, pants sitting just right, and musculature on perfect display effect.
“Don’t worry.” I slide the pie over and get a knife out of the block. I cut a small piece and pry it out onto a side plate. Adding a fork, I paste on my most innocent expression and turn to Luca. “Close your eyes. It’s better this way.”
He sighs but does it anyway. I load up the fork and bring the pie to his lips. It’s better heated up and with cream poured on top, but that would be messy.
“Open,” I wheeze, my breath punching out of my lungs at how delicious he smells and looks. Far better than any pie known to mankind.
His lips part, and as soon as they do, I transfer the pie to my fingers and crush it all over his mouth. Before he can make a sound of protest, I lick it off, swiping my tongue over his bottom lip and then the top. I was careful that it didn’t go everywhere, as promised. There’s zero risk to his immaculate, expensive clothing.
All the risk lies in my body spontaneously combusting. Ever seen those crazy videos where they do dangerous things with… well, yeah. That’s me right now. Mind and lady cave blown. After I’ve cleaned all the pie off his mouth, I let him lick the little bits stuck to my fingers.
His mouth is lush, warm, and heavenly. I didn’t know having your fingers licked could be so erotic.
Luca’s eyes open, sparkling and deep green. I love the slight spill of pink that creeps into his cheeks. “I thought you said you weren’t going to do that.”
“Technically, I didn’t ram it into your face. Just your mouth. I cleaned you up, too, so that should count for something.”
“It does.” He captures my hand when I try to pull it away, brushing a kiss over my knuckles, then turning it over to plant one on my palm. My heart officially drops out of my chest and melts all over the floor. “Bonus points, or whatever we’re playing for.”
I get another plate, spoon out another piece of pie, then take the remainder of Luca’s and set them both in the toaster oven. Microwaving is not my thing, and I’m too impatient to stick the whole pie in the oven to heat it up, so toaster oven hack it is.
“I have a game for you. It’s more of a challenge, actually.”
“What’s that?” Luca crosses his arms, causing his shirt to ripple seductively. Correction. I mean the muscle below. The shirt pulls tight, hugging his body in a way that makes me jealous of the fabric. “I’m not sure we should get into anything dirty when your parents could walk in at any time and have probably set up secret cameras in here so they know if I step one foot out of line. I’m still a little bit paranoid about the testicle pie.”
I get the cream out of the fridge while the toaster oven ticks and buzzes. “That’s very clever. More bonus points.”
“The challenge is pie, isn’t it?”
We both watch the red glow radiate down on the slices of pie. “We need to think it out. We’ll sit down. It’s not really a standing type of conversation, anyway. Plus, I want to enjoy this pie and savor it.” I don’t mean to give him a look like I’m actually suggesting that I savor him, but somehow it happens.