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cream.”
    “Oh.” She wiped her mouth and dropped her gaze. “Nickname,” she said, pushing her empty plate away stiffly and giving off all kinds of topic-not-up-for-discussion vibes. Interesting.
    He let it go. “So, here’s a question.”
    “Okay.”
    He finished his last bite of waffle. “How the hell does someone who looks like you eat like that?”
    Her mouth dropped open. She let out an indignant scoff and whipped her napkin against his bicep. He caught it and yanked, tugging her half out of her chair. Laughter spilled out of her and the sparkle returned to those bright-green eyes. He hadn’t liked the seriousness that had settled there when he’d asked about her name, and was glad he got her to smile again.
    “So I like to eat. Sue me.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
    His hard-on took notice and he shifted in his seat. “Did you seriously just stick your tongue out at me?”
    She crossed her arms. “I seriously did. And you deserved it.”
    Foreign amusement rocked through him. “I wasn’t complaining. More admiring. And these were great, just as you promised.”
    She rolled her eyes, but the effect was lessened by the satisfied smile she wore. “You should finish them,” she said. “They’re best when they’re fresh.”
    Brady eyed the remaining pieces of waffle and debated. He’d need to add another mile or two to his run if he loaded up on any more carbs. But, damn, it just might be worth it. He was pretty sure he could live on this meal for the rest of his life and die a happy man. “Fine. Twist my arm.” He grabbed a quarter piece this time and loaded it with syrup and berries. He tilted the can of whipped cream, but nothing came out. Shaking it, he couldn’t feel anything inside. “I think it’s empty.”
    “Really? I thought that one was new. Here.” She rose and grabbed the can, then shook it next to her ear. “That’s weird.” She pressed her finger against the white nozzle twice, but nothing happened. “I’ll get a new one.” She pressed it again.
    Built-up whipped cream shot out in a long, fluffy stream and sprayed across her cheek, neck, and hair. She yelped.
    Time froze for a long instant as Brady memorized the image of Joss covered in whipped cream, her eyes and mouth wide. Then, miraculously, he burst out laughing. Deep belly laughs racked him until he had to push his chair back from the table and grasp his stomach. Her face went bright red. She narrowed her eyes and scowled at him, but even that was funny because of the whipped cream hanging off the corner of her eyelashes.
    “Sorry. I’m sorry,” he choked. He handed her a napkin. “Here.” She ripped it from his hand, setting him off again.
    Something cool hit him in the forehead.
    His laughter died in his chest and he gaped up at her as whipped cream sagged across his eye.
    And then he was in motion.
    Brady dove for her and she screamed and bolted into the kitchen.
    He grabbed her around the waist and hiked her against him. “Gimme that,” he growled, reaching around for the can.
    “No,” she squealed through her laughter. A stream of whipped cream covered his arm.
    “You little…” He made another grab and ended up with a handful of soft, warm breast. His cock came alive against her squirming body.
    She gasped and attempted to twist away, sending off another stream of whipped cream that landed in both of their hair. They were laughing and panting so hard their words were more gibberish than not.
    Funny as it was, there was no denying that his body was also reading something else into their horseplay. Something that involved cleaning her off with his tongue.
    He swiped his thumb across her breast and groaned at the feeling of her rigid nipple pushing against the cotton that separated them. “Joss,” he groaned, pushing his hips into her lower back.
    She moaned and ground back.
    He’d so not intended this. But, damn.
    His mouth found a line of cream on her neck and sucked. Delicious . Her natural