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“When,” she whispered breathily.

Liam closed the loop of his fingertips. Centimeter by centimeter, until they met the base of Avril’s stiff nipples, he brought them together.

They were also a little chilly, though that would also soon change. Bringing his forefingers and thumbs together in unison, he lightly pinched both of Avril’s nipples. She inhaled again, remaining perfectly still, awaiting his decisions. That, in and of itself, aroused him.

He chose to keep things light, which he knew was her typical preference. Not only that, but he needed to keep himself in check. He didn’t think she was hoping he’d break her one rule, so if things got too energetic, it might be unpleasant for them both when she had to rein him in. Though, he could check. What was the harm?

“That rule about pants, it’s concrete?” he asked, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“Mmm, very,” Avril whispered. “It’s gotta last the night.”

“Okay,” he said, unable to entirely hide his disappointment.

Looking over her shoulder, Avril smirked playfully. “Are you no longer in a good mood?”

“I’m fine, I’ll be fine.” Refocusing on what hecouldhave, he kept playing with Avril’s nipples. And she started grinding against him, which didn’t help him stay coolheaded. Two aroused bodies pressed upon one another, and it felt almost impossible that they didn’t rip more clothes off.

Instead, the opposite occurred. Of Liam’s own doing, in fact.

“It’s not going to stop once you have that apron back on,” Liam said. “My hands will fit underneath just fine.”

“Oh, will they?”

He nodded. “Let me prove it.”

Remotivated into action, Avril finally lifted the apron. Liamdidn’tlet go of her breasts, nor did he stop titillating them. The gentle gyrations continued as the apron’s fabric covered the backs of his hands. Avril bent her neck forward, then refitted the apron into the proper place.

As promised, his hands didn’t stop playing with her breasts.

“Can you make me my next order?” he asked, pulling on her right nipple. Avril hissed between her teeth, then glared at him. He responded by rolling it, which caused her luscious lips to tremble.

“What do you want?” she asked, voice sounding a little fractured, a little less composed.

“They’ve got butter pecan?” He knew they did.

Avril looked around but didn’t find it in any of the tubs within arm’s reach. “I’ll have to look for it.”

“Should I let go?”

“You want that ice cream, don’t you?”

“I suppose,” Liam sighed, finally releasing Avril, who raised an eyebrow but started moving away, searching for the correct tub. She found it near the end of the counter.

She made sure he enjoyed the following sight, bending forward exaggeratedly as she rolled up a ball of butter pecan ice cream in its tub. From heel to head, she was just so dangerously sexy. In the way her long legs traveled to a shapely ass, in the way her gorgeous eyes glowed as she glanced over at him, and in the way her luscious mouth framed a coy smile.

As she “worked,” the apron fell away slightly, giving him more and more of her right breast’s side to look at. He could still see its nubile peak pushing through the fabric. Gathering up a healthy ball of ice cream, she finally stood back up. She deposited just the one scoop into a nearby cup. Her hand extended it toward him.

Like a fish that desperately wanted to see where its hook led it, he glided toward her. He absentmindedly took the ice cream from her, but neither expected him to slow down. Not until his mouth took hers and their chests pressed together did his momentum lessen. And itonlylessened. Avril tried to hold her ground, but she couldn’t. Propelled back a step, she gripped the counter with one hand to keep from being forced back another.

She grinned throughout the passionate kiss, throwing her arm around the back of his head, the attached hand rushing through his hair, further pushing his lips into hers. Mere seconds after he’d received it, he discarded his ice cream on thenearest section of the counter. He’d decided he wanted to hold onto something else.

His hands hurried to cup Avril’s phenomenal ass, feeling as his hands sank into its ampleness. Desire overcame any sign of hesitation, and he lifted Avril off the ground. Her eyes glowed like viridian flames when her feet left the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. With her mouth above his, she pressed down, their kiss spiraling into one of uncontrollable lust.

“Don’t,” she breathed huskily, drawing in a breath after each word, “make a mess.”

Growling in response, he searched for the right place to place the seductive redhead. If they’d been on the other side of the counter, he would have had any number of tables to choose from. Back here, his options were far more limited—and crowded. But there was one area of the back counter where he could fit Avril’s fine ass.

Carrying her to it, he set her down, shifting his hands from her butt to her breasts. One went under the apron, while another stayed over it.

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