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stood at least eight inches shorter than his six feet, but she was the perfect size for him.
    “You’re supposed to be helping me make the biscuits,” she murmured.
    “I’d rather be kneading you,” he growled.
    He couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her, but just as he was about to make contact, a puff of flour burst across his face. “What the—”
    Through a cloud of white, he caught the shit-eating grin on her face.
    “Did you just throw flour at me?” He brushed at his face.
    She giggled. “I had to figure out a way to stop you.”
    He arched a brow. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
    She smirked as she backed away. “That you’re making the biscuits?”
    He laughed as he lunged for her. She deftly ducked under his arm and raced past him. As he darted around the counter, he scooped a pile of flour into his palm. “You’ve just declared war.”
    An ear-splitting shriek cracked against his eardrums as she ran toward the dining room. He chased her around the table and back into the kitchen. She laughed as she grabbed a handful of flour and launched it in his direction. He dashed through the cloud of white and hurled the flour in his palm at her.
    She hollered and brushed furiously at her shirt. “Wait. Wait.”
    He scooped up another round of ammunition and trotted toward her. “Are you surrendering?”
    “Never!” She ran toward the pile of flour.
    He chucked what little he had left in his palm in her direction and missed completely. She didn’t. An avalanche of flour rained down on him like snow.
    “I won!”
    He laughed heartily. “Maybe you won the battle, but not the war.”
    Her eyes went wide as he scampered around the island in the center of the kitchen. She tried to circle around to the right, but he changed direction and caught her. As she wriggled in his arms, he went impossibly hard. Quick bursts of breath blasted from his lungs. He lifted her onto the counter.
    “Your brothers will be here any minute,” she said as he pushed her skirt up to her thighs.
    He groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his head in her belly, delighting in the fluffy softness. “You know what I really want for breakfast?”
    “No,” she whispered.
    “You.” He slid his hands up her thighs and grasped her panties. As he pulled them down past her knees, he inhaled her moist sweetness.
    “We’re going to get caught.” Her husky voice inflamed his arousal.
    “Just a quick taste,” he murmured as he brushed light kisses up the inside of her thigh.
    She moaned and leaned back. As he parted her thighs, a rush of her scent curled into his nose and filled him with overwhelming need.
    He nibbled the smooth flesh, moving closer to her wet core. The moment his tongue pressed against her mound, she shivered and clutched the edge of the counter. Soft mewls of pleasure accompanied every lick and nibble. When he found the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy, her legs twitched and she clamped her thighs against his cheeks.
    She whimpered. “Oh, God.”
    He smiled against her, loving the way she moved under his lips. Although he wanted to spend hours tasting her, his brothers would be arriving shortly. Since he couldn’t risk getting caught, he sucked her clit between his lips and tugged gently. She cried out and fluttered against his mouth. As she moaned, her orgasm rolled across his lips. Long undulating waves of release pressed against his mouth.
    He could have savored her forever, but the sound of footsteps in the hall spurred him to action. He quickly pulled her off the island and set her feet on the floor. She brushed frantically at her skirt and had just pushed it past her knees when Logan walked in.
    With a smirk he said, “Looks like you’re cooking up something new for breakfast. Or have you sampled that before?”
    Mack wanted to wipe the smile off his brother’s face. “You’re here early.”
    Logan leaned a hip against the island. “And you look guilty as