“Your turn,” I say, dipping my finger into the cake to flick off a little frosted rosette. He’s right, no one will even notice they’re gone. I hold my finger up between us, waiting to see what he’ll do. Surprising me, he ducks his head down closer and sucks the tip of my finger into his mouth, tasting the frosting. His mouth is warm, his tongue teasing. I hold my breath, all senses firing, as his teeth give me a little nip. The sensation races down my arm, across my chest, and zaps me right in the clit. Oh fuck. He lets me go, his gaze molten. I want to kiss him again. I want to feel those
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