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Bax smirks and hands me his plate of pastries. “That can be arranged.”

I drool over the delicious desserts and the even more delicious chest he reveals as he peels off his shirt. Bax is made of lean, hard muscle—which makes sense since the guy has unlimited pastry metabolism. Lucky guy.

Rune strips next. His shoulders are broader than Bax’s, and he’s got the large, bulging muscles of a man who isn’t afraid of hard work. Rolling dough and lifting bags of flour and sugar is no joke.

Rune is also covered in tattoos. I lean forward and run my fingers over the croissant and the date printed underneath.

“First shift,” he says gruffly.

He doesn’t say more. I don’t ask him to. I want him nice and hard, not soft and fluffy. And there are plenty of other fluffy pastries on the plate Bax just handed me.

I’m examining the selection when Mac pulls off his own shirt, and my gaze is drawn to him. Or, more specifically, his abs.

“Holy crap, I want to lick icing off those abs.”Shit, did I just say that out loud?

Apparently, I did, because Mac grins. “Only if I can lick it off every part of you.”

I resist the urge to fan myself. “Deal.”

Chapter 14

Mac

Deal.

For a second, my brain short circuits. I finally get to touch my Jessy. Not just touch. Lick. Suck.

Fuck.

And then it sinks in, and I jump into action.

I shove my plate of pastries at Rune. I take Jessy’s plate and practically throw it at Bax.

Then I reach for the hem of her shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Please,” she says breathlessly, which turns me the hell on. Almost as much as the fact that she wants to lick icing off me.

I’m pretty sure that whatever I bake from now on will have icing, and all I’ll be able to think of is how it’ll taste when I eat it off her.

I peel off her shirt and pull her in for a kiss. “Mmm, chocolate.”

I run my hands up and down her arms, her sides, the tops of her breasts.

She gasps and takes off her bra. Thank the pastries in heaven.

I spot the cupcake sitting in the middle of Bax’s plate and just go for it, smashing it onto Jessy’s bare breast.

She gasps, but I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or surprise.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll clean you up,” I tell her and get to work with my tongue.

I suck her sweet, delicious nipple into my mouth. She moans. I swirl my tongue around, collecting errant icing, and she arches her back, encouraging me. Fuck, she’s hot.

I groan. “You’re the best dessert I’ve ever had. And I’m a baker, Jessy. That says a lot.”

Chapter 15

Jessy

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