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Chris started thinking about his plans for the night.
The only thing left to do was lock up the restaurant, pick Cynthia up from work, and then ask her to marry him.
He just hoped she said yes.
Chris stopped just inside Cynthia’s new bakery kitchen and smiled. Who would have thought the buttoned down, uptight woman he’d met in Georgia would be so happy playing in a kitchen? Her face was flush with exertion, her unruly blonde hair curling around her face. The smudge of flour on her nose added, rather than detracted, from her appearance.
Satisfaction whipped through him because he knew he was part of the reason for her happiness. It had taken them awhile and he’d almost screwed it up. But thank god for Cynthia’s patient and her love. Now, if he could keep everything he had planned for tonight a secret just a bit longer, everything would be great. He’d used subterfuge to keep his Christmas present a secret, but with it being Christmas Eve he figured he’d succeeded.
Besides, he didn’t think he could wait any longer.
She noticed him then and smiled, the joy and beauty of it hit him square in the chest.
He would never get used to seeing her like this. Even as the gravity of his plans weighed on his shoulders, he smiled. There was nothing else he could do. Her happiness was his quest in life.
“Hello, lover,” she said with that soft, sweet Georgia accent. She came to him, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled his senses as she pressed her body against his. “I’ve missed you.”
She leaned up and brushed her mouth against his. Just enough to tempt, not enough to please. Still, his blood heated and his heart beat sped up.
“Hey, cherie. Are you about ready to head home?”
“Yep. I even have some biscotti for breakfast tomorrow. Your favorite flavor.”
“Chocolate macadamia nut.”
She smiled. “Of course. Let me double check the locks on the front door and I’ll be ready to go.” He watched her sashay out of the kitchen and took a deep breath. His body was already craving her. He needed her more each day, and tonight, he would make sure that she would stay around forever.
Cynthia hummed with pleasure as Chris’ hands slipped up over her arms to her wrists.
Heat shimmered over her flesh as he teased her. She curled her fingers into the soft red handcuffs he had latched onto her earlier. They’d been her birthday present and they were his favorite cuffs to use on her.
He’d barely touched her and she was ready to explode. Her attempt to keep herself under control was getting harder by the minute. But, it was her lover’s fault. There was something about him tonight. Every now and then she heard something in her voice she couldn’t interpret. Whatever it was, she was responding to it. Chris definitely wanted to be the Dom tonight.
Chris straddled her naked body—he was still fully clothed—and smiled down at her.
“Now, rules of the game tonight. You do not speak unless spoken to.” She opened her mouth and he chuckled as he placed a finger on her mouth. “Ah, now don’t make me punish you right off the bat, cherie.” She had to fight the bubble of laughter that welled up in her throat. Although she was sure she’d enjoy whatever punishment he came up with, she wasn’t going to let him win so easily. Being switches, they enjoyed taking turns being in charge. It was always a challenge to see how long the submissive could hold out.
“Good girl.” He trailed his fingers down her arm again. “I have something special for you.”
Excitement surged as he continued down her body, his fingers roaming over her flesh.
The room was cool but her skin was hot. Each inch he covered with his hands burned. It was like this every time, and in the time she had known him it had yet to dissipate. Every time he touched her, she melted. It had not changed since the day she met him.
He bent his head and took a nipple between his lips. His teeth brushed over the tip, then he covered it with
The only thing left to do was lock up the restaurant, pick Cynthia up from work, and then ask her to marry him.
He just hoped she said yes.
Chris stopped just inside Cynthia’s new bakery kitchen and smiled. Who would have thought the buttoned down, uptight woman he’d met in Georgia would be so happy playing in a kitchen? Her face was flush with exertion, her unruly blonde hair curling around her face. The smudge of flour on her nose added, rather than detracted, from her appearance.
Satisfaction whipped through him because he knew he was part of the reason for her happiness. It had taken them awhile and he’d almost screwed it up. But thank god for Cynthia’s patient and her love. Now, if he could keep everything he had planned for tonight a secret just a bit longer, everything would be great. He’d used subterfuge to keep his Christmas present a secret, but with it being Christmas Eve he figured he’d succeeded.
Besides, he didn’t think he could wait any longer.
She noticed him then and smiled, the joy and beauty of it hit him square in the chest.
He would never get used to seeing her like this. Even as the gravity of his plans weighed on his shoulders, he smiled. There was nothing else he could do. Her happiness was his quest in life.
“Hello, lover,” she said with that soft, sweet Georgia accent. She came to him, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled his senses as she pressed her body against his. “I’ve missed you.”
She leaned up and brushed her mouth against his. Just enough to tempt, not enough to please. Still, his blood heated and his heart beat sped up.
“Hey, cherie. Are you about ready to head home?”
“Yep. I even have some biscotti for breakfast tomorrow. Your favorite flavor.”
“Chocolate macadamia nut.”
She smiled. “Of course. Let me double check the locks on the front door and I’ll be ready to go.” He watched her sashay out of the kitchen and took a deep breath. His body was already craving her. He needed her more each day, and tonight, he would make sure that she would stay around forever.
Cynthia hummed with pleasure as Chris’ hands slipped up over her arms to her wrists.
Heat shimmered over her flesh as he teased her. She curled her fingers into the soft red handcuffs he had latched onto her earlier. They’d been her birthday present and they were his favorite cuffs to use on her.
He’d barely touched her and she was ready to explode. Her attempt to keep herself under control was getting harder by the minute. But, it was her lover’s fault. There was something about him tonight. Every now and then she heard something in her voice she couldn’t interpret. Whatever it was, she was responding to it. Chris definitely wanted to be the Dom tonight.
Chris straddled her naked body—he was still fully clothed—and smiled down at her.
“Now, rules of the game tonight. You do not speak unless spoken to.” She opened her mouth and he chuckled as he placed a finger on her mouth. “Ah, now don’t make me punish you right off the bat, cherie.” She had to fight the bubble of laughter that welled up in her throat. Although she was sure she’d enjoy whatever punishment he came up with, she wasn’t going to let him win so easily. Being switches, they enjoyed taking turns being in charge. It was always a challenge to see how long the submissive could hold out.
“Good girl.” He trailed his fingers down her arm again. “I have something special for you.”
Excitement surged as he continued down her body, his fingers roaming over her flesh.
The room was cool but her skin was hot. Each inch he covered with his hands burned. It was like this every time, and in the time she had known him it had yet to dissipate. Every time he touched her, she melted. It had not changed since the day she met him.
He bent his head and took a nipple between his lips. His teeth brushed over the tip, then he covered it with
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