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"Why don't you start at the beginning?" He walked to her and scooped up some cream on his finger. "If you're good, I might share my brilliant plan with you." He sucked on his cream-covered finger. "This is really good. See, this is why you're so easy to brag about. Everything you make is good." He scooped up some more.
"Hey, no double dipping, mister." She moved the bowl back.
"Aren't you supposed to be telling me what has your panties in a twist?" He wiped his cream-covered finger on her neck.
"I can't believe you just did that." She grinned and the stress of the day loosened its hold.
"I'm sorry. I should probably clean that up." He leaned over her and sucked on her neck. "Damn you taste good."
"That's the buttercream."
"Sure, but you taste even better."
"You shouldn't knock my cream."
"I'd never think of it." He lifted her and sat her on the counter.
She giggled. "Did you lock the door?" Her gaze darted to the front.
"Maybe." He flipped her skirt. "Tell me what's going on." He scooped more cream and swiped it across the inside of her thigh. "Start talking or I won't clean up this mess."