Baking 101: Part 1

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Baking 101

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

            “Are you sure that you’re okay?” Trevor asked as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her close so that he could kiss the spot right below her ear, something that he knew would drive her crazy.

            “Mmmhmm,” Zoe murmured, because she knew better than to open her mouth while he was kissing her like this. She’d open her mouth to tell him that she was okay, but instead of telling him that, she would end up releasing a moan or a groan that would land her ass in bed all day and ruin the plans that she’d spent the last two weeks making.

            “I could call in sick,” he suggested between kisses as his arms tightened around her and he pressed the growing bulge between his legs against her bottom, making it difficult for her to say no, but she didn’t have a choice.

            It was now or never.

            She would either find the self-control that she seemed to lack around him and turn down the incredibly tempting offer to spend the day in bed with him, or she could give in and allow herself to enjoy a rare day in bed alone with her husband. She’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t tempted. It had been so long since she was able to waste the day away in bed with her husband, but she knew herself well enough to know that if she didn’t do this today, then there was probably a good chance that she would never do it.

            “I wish I could,” she said, which of course was the truth, “but I need to work?” which was sort of a lie since she’d finished everything for the week last night, but he didn’t need to know that.

            “Are you sure?” he asked as she registered the feel of his hand covering her breast.

            “Yes?” she said, wincing when she realized that had come out sounding like a question.

            He chuckled against her neck as his other hand slid down her stomach and cupped her between her legs, making her gasp in pleasure and realize that there was a very good chance that she was going to be spending the day in bed.

            Sighing, she turned her head, reached up, threaded her fingers through her husband’s short, silky hair and yanked him down for a kiss, deciding that if her plans were being wrecked for the day then she might as well get it over with.

To be continued…

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