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“Come on.” Meg waves me forward, her tense expression softening into one of subtle excitement. The twinkle in her emerald eyes wakes my dick right up. Cold? What cold? “I might as well give you the tour.”
Chapter Seven
MEG
I’m learning it’s dangerous to show my fake boyfriend my biggest secret dream. The man doesn’t even have the decency to tell me I’m aiming too high or ask questions that’ll poke holes in my ambitious plan. No, the sexy mechanic has the audacity to lookinterestedin every last detail. Which is why I can’t seem to shut up about any of it.
We end up in the kitchen that’s already half furnished with two stainless steel, eight-rack ovens and an industrial sized refrigerator that makes me drool every time I realize it’s mine. The prep table is original, but it’s in good shape. Everything else—cooling racks, dozens of sheet pans, and a top-of-the-line dough scraper—is still on order.
“I know this is a big risk, especially in a small town?—”
“You don’t get anywhere you want by playing it small.” He runs his fingers along the edge of the massive prep table in the center of the room.
“I’ll be able to prep ten dozen cookies at once. It’s twice the size of the one at the bakery, now.”
“Mmm. All those cookies.”
I don’t remember leaning back against the prep table, or Aaron moving in front of me. One minute we’re talking about ovens, the next I’m pinned against the prep table, gripping it with both hands and wishing Aaron would close that last little gap between our bodies.
Damn the man and his sexy interest in my dreams. It’s scrambling my brain, messing with feelings I’m not supposed to have.
“And thanks to your help this week, it’s likely you’ll get a lifetime supply of all the cookies you can eat.” It’s a miracle the words come out coherently with the way Aaron’s hot breath tickles my neck. If I had any sense, I’d stop this now. But the man isturned onby my secret expansion plan. How the hell am I supposed to resist him now?
The truth is, I don’t want to.
At least, not tonight.
Not after the way he dropped everything when I needed him. Or the way he held me until I warmed up before he even glanced at the truck. But it’s that devilish gleam in his blue eyes that does me in.
“Aaron?”
“Mmm?” His lips ever so softly graze my neck, causing shivers that have nothing to do with the winter chill.
“What are you thinking about right now?” My words are strangled, and I’m not even certain they come out as English. When did he take off his coat? More importantly, when did I put my hand on his chest? Damn, that muscle is solid. My gaze dips unapologetically south. I wonder what else is solid.
“You want the truth?” His gruff voice vibrates against the hollow of my neck.
“Y—yes.”
His beard grazes my sensitive skin as he pulls back to look me in the eyes. “AllI’ve been thinking about for days is how much I’d like to taste your cookie.”
“You’ve tasted plenty of my—oh.” A wave of heat rushes through my body as the true meaning of his words sinks in. “Oh.”
Slowly, he drags down the zipper of my coat and suddenly I find myself both eager to get it off and desperate to hop off the table—when the hell did I end upsittingon my prep table—and run. This is such a bad idea. I’ll probably get kicked off the Secret Santa project. I’ll have to figure out another way to gift my employees Christmas bonuses. And then there’s the whole problem of catching feelings?—
“Meg?” Aaron’s lips are on my neck again.
“Yeah?”
“Stop thinking so much.”
He catches my cheek with a finger, effectively locking our gazes. “If you want me to stop, tell me now. But if you want out of that busy mind of yours, all you have to do is lie back and let me take care of your pussy.”
The way he sayspussymakes my nipples ache. Some primal instinct inside me roars to life, urging me to rip off all my clothes and let the man have his way with me.
“This is just for tonight,” I say, hoping I sound more confident than I feel.
“One day at a time.” He peels down my leggings until they catch around my ankles. Somehow, his coat has ended up underneath my bare ass. Guess the panties are off, too. God this man is good. “That work for you, babe?”