Page 37 of Trust Me

I groan, rolling my eyes at his message. He’s such a smart-ass. And now I’m starting to see that he’s much more than that.

Great.

I’m currently whipping the icing in a bowl, mixing the cream cheese, butter, heavy cream, and icing sugar, while the cookies cool. Once the consistency is where I want it to be, I let it sit while I pause the camera since there’s nothing left to record until I top the cookies with the icing.

Bubbles patters into the kitchen, not stopping until she reaches me. She purrs while rubbing her body against my legs. I bend down to pet her, feeling nothing but love for this cat. I never thought I would, but they are so damn cute and constantly curling up in my lap.

How could I not?

Elio clears his throat, making himself known. “The girls like you,” he points out.

“I don’t blame them.” I tilt my head, looking at him with a playful smile.

The corners of Elio’s lips tilt upward. I marvel at him, wondering what it would be like to press my lips against his, to feel his large, powerful body over mine…

I stand, abruptly ending the moment before my brain takes me to a place it should not go.

“Are you finished filming?” he questions, leaning his elbows on the island as he watches me wash my hands.

“Not yet. I need to put the icing on the cookies and then I’ll be done.”

Elio says nothing in response and sits on the bar stool while I bring the bowl full of icing over to the cookies that are cooling in front of him.

I turn the camera back on, not feeling as nervous to film in front of him as I was before. The hard work is done now, and it’s not like I’m talking, so really, there’s nothing to worry about.

I grab a spoon from the drawer and scoop up the icing. “Try it for me? I’m biased and think it’s delicious, but I need another opinion.”

Elio takes the spoon from me, careful not to let our hands brush. He brings the spoon to his lips, his tongue darting out to get the faintest taste. He hums deep in his chest before taking the spoon into his mouth, sucking and licking it clean.

Holy. Fuck.

Why did I think this was a good idea? Seeing Elio lick and suck on the spoon unlocked a new fantasy. Having Elio’s mouth do that but on my body instead.

I feel something wetting my lips, so I quickly close them, realizing it’s drool. I’m literally drooling over this man. This man is the last one I should be looking at like this.

I snap out of my lust-ridden haze, straightening as he hands me the spoon back.

“It’s really good, Jasmine. You should be proud.”

“Thanks.” I smile shyly.

“And that drool was pretty impressive too.”

It takes everything in me to keep my composure, holding on by a thread as I steel my features. If he caught me drooling, then I can give him a show too.

I take his spoon, not caring that my mouth will be on the same spot his tongue and lips were all over, and scoop up some of the icing. “I think I need another taste, to be sure,” I tell him, ignoring his previous comment.

Putting the spoon upright, I lay my tongue flat and lick it from bottom to top, all while keeping eye contact with Elio. His eyes darken and zero in on my lips.

I slip the cool metal between my lips, the sugary icing hitting my tongue, making my eyes roll in pleasure. “Mmm,” I hum, sucking the spoon clean before releasing it with a pop.

That causes Elio to look away, his eyes glued to the countertop instead of me. He takes a deep breath while I throw the spoon in the sink.

“Dolcezza, don’t,” he warns.

“Don’t what?”

“Toy with me.”

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