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place it on the table. I take his face in my hands and pull his mouth down to mine. My tongue slides across the seam of his lips and he opens his mouth to offer me what I want. I slip into his mouth to join our two tongues together in a sensual dance. His hands grab my waist and pull me so we’re touching from hip to head. I feel every hard ridge of his body, and I do mean every hard inch. And still, I can’t make myself pull away. I want to stay connected to him like this forever, or the next five months. Or at the very least, all night.
    He pulls back and I swear to God I whimper like a baby at the loss of his body against mine.
    “How’d you know what I planned for dessert?” He asks, breaking through my sex clouded thoughts and making me laugh.
    “I thought I was bringing the dessert.”
    “Oh, you brought the dessert alright and it was…”
    “Sweet.” I complete his sentence for him.
    “I was going to say hot, but sweet works too.” He says around a grin, which happens to be ten times better than his drop you to your knees gorgeous smile because his lips are swollen from kissing me.
    “What’s for dinner?” I ask as I change the subject, hoping dinner will rid my brain of the very bad thoughts I’m having about his lips.
    “Salad first, then I have steak and roasted potatoes with asparagus. And even though your dessert was much better, we have sprinkle cupcakes to finish the meal.”
    At the mention of sprinkle cupcakes, my eyes light up and I make an O face. Those little cakes of sugary goodness are my greatest weakness and better than any anti-depressant on the market.
    “Can we start with dessert?”
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    Ok, I was completely wrong about dinner stopping the dirty thoughts. If anything, it increased them by a trillion. We made it through the salad and main course fine, but as soon as he brought out those cupcakes, I was a goner. And I haven’t even touched my own! The first swipe of his tongue against the white icing froze me solid. Or I guess a better description would be, melted me to a puddle in my seat. Needless to say, it was hot ! I ignore my own cloud of deliciousness to take in the sexy floor show that is Linc.
    He takes his time licking the icing around the edge of the cupcake before he finally peels away the wrapper and takes that first, satisfying bite of the moist cake inside. A few crumbs stick to his bottom lip and his tongue darts out, making a painfully slow swipe to catch them.
    OH.
    MY.
    GOD!
    I wish I could be a cupcake. Ok, not any cupcake. I wish I could be Linc’s cupcake!
    “Are you full?” Linc asks, drawing my eyes from his lips.
    “What?”
    “You haven’t touched your cupcake.” He states, trying to hide his grin. He so caught me ogling his lips.
    Real smooth, Wyn, real freaking smooth!
    I grab my cupcake and take my first bite to hide my embarrassment. As the sugary sweetness hits my taste buds, I let out a soft moan. “Oh my…….that’s so good. Did you make these or did you pick them up in heaven?”
    “I’ll forward your compliments to my mom.” He says chuckling.
    “I do believe you gave away one of your secrets, Mr. Tatman.” I grin around another bite of my dessert.
    “And what secret did I give away?”
    “Your mother fixed our dinner.” I say after swallowing another bite.
    “Oh, I guess I did. I had to enlist her help or we’d be having frozen burritos and store bought cookies.” He explains as he picks up his apple cider to take a drink.
    “You can give her my thanks. This was a perfect meal.” And a perfect night, but instead of saying that, I sit my now empty cupcake wrapper back on my plate and check out my fingers to make sure I didn’t miss any stray icing.
    “I’m glad you liked it. She’ll be happy to hear it too.” He sets his glass down, picks up our dirty dessert plates, and carries them to the kitchen. On his way back in, he stops and turns on the stereo. The piano starts the song