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“I have a folder on the laptop I left there. It’s labeledBecause Mom Told Me To Make The World A Better Place.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” Winnie whispered, and if the sniffles through the phone were any indication, her other sisters were touched too.

“I want you to know, Beth, Mom would be so proud of you. And I am too. Love you,” Remi said.

A chorus oflove yousended the call. It was good, as the youngest, to not only have her oldest sister proud of her but for her other sisters to recognize all the little things she did.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Beth pulled the cookies out of the oven, placing them on top of the stove and setting her timer for two minutes. She slid another tray into the oven.

She had another bowl that she was starting to mix up. She needed to add the eggs, then the flour mixture to the brown sugar mixture she had in the bowl. Flick walked by and leaned against the counter.

“How much longer?” he asked, leaning over to swipe his finger through the brown sugar mixture and tasting it.

“How much longer until the ones on top of the stove are ready?” Beth asked, checking the timer and grabbing a spatula. The timer was about to go off. She moved the finished cookies off the cookie sheet to the cooling rack and reset her timer for the ones in the oven.

“No, how long until you’re done completely?” Flick asked, eyeing her.

“Well, Buttface was out tonight, so I was getting ready to mix up another batch since we don’t need to keep an eye on him, and you were working with Cowboy on the audio. The sheet in the oven has about eight minutes total left,” Beth said, trying to figure out his mood.

Flick walked over, opened a drawer, pulled out the plastic wrap to cover the bowl, then opened the refrigerator and put the bowl inside.

Turning to her, he tugged her against him. His hard cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

“Feel that?” he asked.

She nodded because she wasn’t sure she could speak. Was he finally making a move? They’d been back from the clubhouse for three hours. She’d been positive he’d jump her as soon as they walked in the house. When he hadn’t, doubts had filled her mind until she needed to bake to get her mind off Flick not wanting her.

“When those cookies are finished, I’m taking you upstairs to finally get inside you. What do you say to that?” he asked, leaning closer and kissing along her neck.

A shiver went through her, and she tried to remember what he asked.

“Beth?”

“Umm, what?” she asked, her nipples pebbling at the sensations he was creating.

“What’s your answer?” he asked, his fingers sliding inside her shorts and dipping between her thighs.

How the hell did he think she could concentrate?

His finger circled her clit. She tried to move so he’d touch where she needed.

“Beth, the cookies,” he said.

She leaned away from him to switch off the oven.

“Fuck the cookies. Take me upstairs,” she said.

Flick chuckled, reached for a hot pad, pulled the tray out of the oven, and tossed it on the stove.

“I’d hate to have to stop because of the fire alarm,” he said, circling her clit before pulling his hand out. He dropped a kiss on her lips, then lifted her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. His quick stride had her bouncing against his shoulder as he jogged up the steps. She grasped his jean pockets to steady herself.

He smacked her across the ass.

“I won’t let you fall,” he admonished.

She hoped that Flick would get to the main event quickly. Her panties were soaked, and she ached to have him inside her. It seemed like it had been forever since she realized he was the man she wanted forever.

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