Page 71 of Scorch

“You can’t just sneak up on me. You scared the shit out of me!”

“You should pay more attention. I’m not exactly a small person who sneaks around the house. Seems you were too busy with the cake samples.”

My cheeks color, and I toss the spoon in the box as he walks up and stands behind me.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m not.” My cheeks burn hotter.

“Liar.”

He walked in on me totally binging on cake straight out of the box, licking whipped cream from a spoon. Timur would berate me.

“I’m not embarrassed,” I insist, shaking my head.

“Woman,” he says, his hands on either side of my hips. “I love everything you do. I’m not going to judge you. I came in here because I want to try the fucking cake. But if you want to get freaked out, I’m happy to give you a reason to blush.”

“Viktor.”

“Lydia,” he mimics as he leans over me, his back flat against my torso and his hands on either side of the counter. “Relax.”

He reaches into the box and takes out a spoon. “But I’m the one who feeds it to you.”

“Is everything about sex?” I tease, my heart beating faster. I swallow.

“Of course. If it wasn’t, how would humanity continue?”

I snort and shake my head. “I’m done anyway,” I tell him, eying the rest of the flavors with regret. I am definitely not done.

“Did you even try the lemon coconut or the German chocolate?”

I shake my head.

“Hands in your lap, please,” he orders. I obediently slide my hands into my lap as he lifts the spoon and scoops out a generous taste of lemon. “Open for me. The only rule is, I get to feed you, and then I get to do whatever the fuck I want to you.”

“Is that all?” I ask teasingly.

“I promise you’ll like it.”

I nod and lick my lips. My mouth waters. “Alright.”

He stands in front of me and places the spoon on the counter before he reaches in and lifts me bodily. I squeal as he slides me into the middle of the corner. The tee skates up my leg, baring myself to him.

“Fuck, woman,” he says, shaking his head before he kneels down in front of me.

In front of me.

He leans in and inhales my scent. My pussy clenches. I close my eyes when the feel of his hot mouth on my sex makes me squirm with need and desire for him.

The first touch of his tongue to my pussy makes me whimper. By the second and third, I’m drowning in sensation, and he’s suckling my throbbing clit. With a reluctant sigh, he gets to his feet.

“I could do that all fucking day.”

“Oh, really?” I tease, shaking my head. “I’ll remember that.”

“But first… cake.”

“You sound like a placard you’d find in a bakery.”

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