“Yes way.”
Okay. Wow. She knew Seth could cook, but now she suddenly had an image of him in a frilly pink apron mixing cake batter in a bowl, razor-sharp stubble coating his sexy jaw and a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. The fact that her pussy actually clenched confirmed that, no matter what this man did, he would always be the ultimate specimen of masculine hotness. To her, anyway.
“Then I’m officially demanding you bake me an entire batch of these,” she announced.
“Already did. They’re in my fridge. I’ll drop them off tomorrow at your place, if you want.” He slid closer and swept his thumb over her cheek, his gaze smoldering. “Want the rest of your present?”
“Are you about to say that it’s in your pants?”
Seth gave a rogue grin. “Yup.”
“Wait—my manager let you back here?” When he nodded, Miranda shook her head. “Wow, you must have really cranked up the charm. Wendy lectures us at least once every shift about how this room is off-limits to non-employees. Who did you say you were?”
He shrugged. “Your boyfriend.”
“And she accepted it, just like that?”
“She did look a tad upset that you’d never mentioned me to her before. She was under the impression that you two were friends. But I assured her that the relationship is still very new, and that you’re kinda embarrassed to talk about it, you know, since I’m so much better-looking than you and you’re afraid people won’t believe we’re a couple.”
Miranda gasped. “You ass.”
His husky laughter sent a shiver up her spine. “I’m kidding. I didn’t say any of that, except for the boyfriend part, that is. Anyway, she said you’ve got the room all to yourself for the next thirty minutes. I suggest we quit wasting time, don’t you agree?”
Even if she’d wanted to disagree, her body wouldn’t have let her. Her panties were already damp with arousal and her pulse had been off-kilter from the moment she’d laid eyes on Seth.
“What are your thoughts about birthday oral?” he asked in a conversational tone.
She pretended to think it over. “Better than any old regular-day oral, but not as good as holiday oral, I think.”
“Interesting.” His big body left the couch and he crouched on the floor in front of her, those calloused hands resting on her bare knees. Goose bumps promptly rose on her flesh. “What’s the next holiday we’ve got coming up?”
She scanned her brain. “Fourth of July?”
He shoved her black miniskirt all the way up to her waist and parted her thighs. She knew he’d noticed the damp spot on her bikini panties because he groaned softly, his gaze fixed on her crotch.
“Fourth of July,” he echoed, his voice hoarse. “Okay, so I’ll go down on you on the Fourth of July, and then we can compare which is better, birthday or holiday oral.”
“Sounds good.”
Her laugh died midbreath as Seth shoved his hands under her butt and brought her body forward so her sex was practically hanging off the couch cushion. Anticipation coiled in her belly. When he slowly peeled her underwear down her legs, her breath hitched, pussy tingling as she awaited his next move.
And boy was it worth the wait. The kiss he planted on her clit was so gentle, so warm and sweet, that it sent a full-body shiver rolling through her. Miranda’s head lolled to the side. Seth continued to kiss her most intimate place, using only his lips, depriving her of a tongue she knew to be oh so talented.
“You’re teasing,” she whispered. “And we don’t have a lot of time.”
“We’ve got twenty more minutes at least.” His hot breath tickled her sex.
“Yeah, but…” A moan slipped out when he rubbed his lips over her clit in another delicate kiss.
It wasn’t long before she realized he intended to use their allotted half hour to focus entirely on her pleasure. He worshipped her pussy like it was the single greatest treasure on earth. He kissed, licked, swirled, spreading her lips so he could tend to her clit and drive her closer and closer to the edge.
His stubble teased her inner thighs, deliciously scraping her sensitive skin, each raspy scratch heightening her rising excitement. She was so wet she could feel herself dripping, but Seth lapped her up with his tongue, groaning with approval.
The tension grew. Miranda looked down, mesmerized by the sight of his dark head between her legs. She threaded her fingers through his hair, bumping her groin into his face, losing herself in the pleasure he offered so sweetly.
“I want you to come.” His voice was low, strangled, vibrating in her core. “Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you.”
“Oh God.” Dirty talk was always guaranteed to send her teetering over the edge, and Seth was so damn good at it.