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“This works for me.”
I giggle at that, using my ass to push him backwards. His quiet groan tells me I just made things worse.
“Two things,” he says against my neck. “I missed you when I was gone. And now that I have you back, it’s damn near impossible to keep my hands off you.”
“I don’t mind,” I admit. “But we’re in the middle of a good deed.”
“You right.” His tongue grazes the shell of my ear, sending another shiver through me. “I got another good deed for you later.”
Honestly, he could have me right here in the flour if it wasn’t unsanitary.
But we rein it long enough to get the sugary treats in the industrial ovens, wipe down a bit, and transfer the icing to piping bags.
Once the cupcakes are cool, Trey watches me ice them, a smile lingering on his handsome face.
“You look like you’ve done that before,” he says.
“Nope. But I’ve eaten plenty. Does that count?”
“Not even a little bit.”
I stick my tongue before getting back to work. I’m concentrating hard, too, making sure the pink icing applies evenly. Once I’m done, I step back to admire my handiwork just as Trey steps up and holds out a finger.
“Gimme a little taste.”
I pipe a small glob of icing on his fingertip, which he then holds out to me.
I hold his gaze while I lick the icing off his finger, relishing his heated stare before I close my lips around it and suck gently enough to make his breath hitch.
“Hello, hello!”
“Fuck,” Trey mutters as he takes a step back. “Hey, B.”
I turn just as a man in a full chef’s uniform comes walking up. “How you doin’? I’m Brian.”
“Chef Brian,” Trey corrects like it isn’t obvious. “The baddest pastry chef in all of Florida. I realize that’s a weird ass sentence.”
I laugh at that as I shake Brian’s hand. “Is this your kitchen?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Thank you for letting us use it.”
“Any time for Doc. Did he tell you what we’re doing?”
“For the shelter, yes.”
Brian looks over at Trey.
“Actually, this last part is for you,” Trey says. “He’s gonna teach us how to make petit fours. I know those are your favorite.”
I stare at him, my mind slow to figure out the implications. Finally, I realize.
“You read that. In my articles.”
“Of course,” he says like it’s obvious. “I told you, I’ve read your work. And I remember things.”
“Aww, shit. Mans is applying pressure,” Brian teases. “Somethin’ in this Lovetown water, I’m tellin’ you.”
