“I made lemon poppyseed muffins,” I told him, pointing to the cake stand they were encased in. “You tryin’ to fatten me up, cupcake?” he teased. “As if that is possible.” I ran my hand along his washboard abs to punctuate my point. All teasing left his eyes and was replaced with hunger. I swallowed roughly, my own need awakening with a vengeance. “Don’t take too long,” he instructed. “We’re going to my place after this.” My heart squeezed with excitement. “Your place?” “That okay with you?” I nodded enthusiastically. “More than okay with me.” We’d spent every night together at my place, so I
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