Page 56 of A Taste of Trouble

“Practice, huh?” She playfully tossed the bag from one hand to the other. “But we've already decorated all of the cupcakes.”

“Who said anything about practicing on a cupcake?” He reached toward her, releasing the bow at the back of her apron, pulling it, then her shirt, over her head.

Reaching behind, he released the clasp of her bra. He slowly slid the straps down her arms, letting the soft satin fall to the floor. He guided her in front of the island, lifted her quivering body, and settled her on the marble. She seemed to get the hint. A sexy smirk returned to her face.

“Now I'm going to take this piping bag and practice. It's your job to judge my creativity.” He carefully approached her, piping bag in hand. “So where do you think would be the best place to start?”

“Maybe you should get a towel first. Just in case we make a mess.” She wore a look of worry.

“Oh, I plan on making a big mess.” He stepped closer.

“Wet towels would be better,” she croaked, her hands gripping the edge of the marble.

Her eyes revealed her anticipation, but she couldn't let go.

He positioned the piping bag over her naked torso and whispered, “Just relax. There's no one here but you and me.”

Her breath slowed. She leaned back, bracing her body with her hands behind her, giving in to his suggestion.

Eyeing her breasts, he gently placed the decorative tip just above her nipple and squeezed. The coolness of the icing hardened it instantly. Her eyes gave away her enjoyment. Lowering his head, he licked and sucked at her breast, gobbling up the sweet icing. She moaned. While kissing his way to the second icing-capped breast, he massaged the other with his free hand. The taste of her skin had always been sweet, but when combined with the icing, she was irresistible.

He gripped her shoulders and pushed her down. She jerked back up when her back pressed into the utensils on the counter. Her eyes darted from the floor to Jake, Jake to the floor. Without a second's hesitation, she reached behind her and pushed the bowls and utensils off the counter. The sound of metal crashing to the floor echoed through the kitchen. The cupcakes hit the ground with a splat.

Mission accomplished.

She lowered herself to the counter and he climbed up, straddling her like a wild animal ready to devour. She might get her way in the kitchen, but Jake was about to show her who ruled when it came to sex.

Chapter Fourteen

Staring down the length of her lover's body, Liv was excited at the sight of the bulge inside his pants. What she allowed him to do with the icing was incomprehensible. Her complete disregard for her cooking tools and the cupcakes themselves was unfathomable. But Liv was glad that he took the initiative to cross her lines. And who would have guessed that icing could be so erotic?

Jake worked diligently with the piping bag up and down her torso and arms, drawing stars, hearts, and swirls. With every scrape of the metal tip on her skin, she arched with pleasure, grinding her core into his body. Finishing off with a single line from her neck and past her belly button, he drew an arrow pointing down. He undid the button to her jeans and lowered the zipper, easing them off her body along with her shoes. He drew an X just above her core, marking the spot where the ultimate treasure was hidden.

He threw the piping bag behind him then peeled off his shirt, revealing his rock hard chest. In a tangle of limbs, they groped and licked, smearing the icing all over their bodies. The sensation was cool and sticky, heightening the sensory connection of their encounter.

The weight of his body combined with his hard kiss made Liv ache below the waist, and when he lowered his hand to stroke her flesh, he groaned as his finger slid into her wetness.

The scent of her shampoo in his hair and the sweet smell of the icing were incredible, but combined, they were a potent aphrodisiac.

She had relinquished her control during

every one of their sexual encounters. Today, it was her turn to take control.

Liv pushed him over, easing him onto his back. She held his arms above his head and moved up and down his body, lapping up icing along the way. He wriggled under her hold, desperately trying to reclaim his role as the dominant, but she was intent on keeping him pinned. If he really wanted to, he could throw her off with one simple move, but he let her stay in control. Which only served to prove that no matter what, he was always in control.

She continued suckling his neck and chin, teasing his nipples, and grinding her body into the ever-hardening bulge in his pants. As soon as she made a move toward his length, he shot up like a dart and pulled her into him. But she resisted. Reminding him that this time, she was the one to call the shots.

After removing his pants and shoes, she found a comfortable position on her knees then reached inside his boxers. When she freed his length, her tongue immediately snaked out to tease the tip. He pushed his head into the table and thrust his pelvis in the air. Not wanting to make him wait too long, she took a deep breath and eased the full length of him into her mouth.

“Oh…fuck!”

Liv smiled at his satisfied outburst. Working his shaft, she alternated with the stroke of her hand and the suction of her mouth.

He moaned with increasing intensity, but just when she thought he was going to come, he pulled her off. “I want inside you,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. “I want to finish inside you.”

Liv moved, ready to feel the heaven that came when he was inside her.

“There's a condom in my pants.”

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