Page 120 of Manacled Hearts

She’s not exactly a squirter, but feeling how unbelievably wet she gets, I think I could get her there. I hold her up as wave after intense wave of pleasure rolls through her nerves, her pussy spasming around my tongue, and I realize that somehow… I’m still hungry.

I want more.

I need more of her.

Something about Evelyn Shaw draws forth addiction.

And I realize that I’ll happily turn into a junkie for her.

EVELYN

My legs are still shaking by the time Finnigan rises, and when I attempt to peel myself off the kitchen island, he has to catch me, because apparently I can’t stand anymore. I can’t believe he spread frosting between my ass cheeks and licked me clean. The thought brings a fresh wave of heat to my cheeks.

“That was definitely in violation of some health codes.” I snicker as I turn to him.

He laughs in response, filling the space with such casual joy, and Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful. His smile is devastating, but laughter turns this man into a god.

“We’ll be more careful when we’ll be in your bakery,” he says with a wide grin on his lips, and pulls me into a deep kiss like what he just said didn’t just shake my entire world and threw it off its axis.

Not only did he imply a future between us two, but my bakery dream isn’t an if for him, but a when. Yes, I opened up to him last night and talked about my dreams, and yes, he did insist on me not calling it a dream any longer, but I don’t know… I guess I just thought he was indulging me after my panic attack. Or because we just had sex.

But his casual words now don’t sound like he was simply indulging me.

I really want to say something, but I’m just going to ruin this amazing bubble we’re in right now. I’m not ready to screw it up just yet.

“Now,” he starts as he breaks the kiss. “Are you going to tell me why you’re baking at this crazy time?”

“It’s almost ten a.m.,” I say, snickering.

“Is it?! Shit, I don’t remember the last time I slept in.” He looks around the kitchen, noticing the finished batch of cupcakes cooling on the side. “I hope one of those is mine.”

“Yes. They’re for all of us. Annika texted me this morning to tell me that they’ve decided to celebrate Aaro’s birthday early, since everyone is here. Plus it would be a nice distraction before the craziness starts. I’m baking these to take over there because the little guy apparently doesn’t want cake, he wants cupcakes.”

“Oh, so we’re doing this today?” he asks.

I nod. “Around lunchtime or just after. Either way, we’re supposed to go there for lunch.”

“I guess we need to buy a present.”

“We?” This time I don’t hold back, because there he goes again, using a word that implies so much more about us.

“Yes. I’ll happily buy something from the three of us. Though, you better ask Maya what she would like to get for her little boyfriend.”

“Excuse me?!” I squeal, grabbing onto his strong biceps and hold him at arm’s length. “My sister does not have a boyfriend. She’s just a kid!”

But the pretty, blonde asshole just laughs, shaking his head like I’m being silly.

“I’m serious!” I slap at his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck. Evie darling, come on…”

I give him the most menacing look I can muster in this situation, but he just curls his lips inwards, suppressing more of his amusement.

“You can decide for us two. But Aaro is not her boyfriend,” I say once more. Though, I must admit, even I don’t believe it. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“Okay. I’ll send someone to get the gifts.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing.

“We’re not going?”

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