strong and very specifical y placed hands on my ass.
“Um, hi?” I said, freezing in place.
“Hi,” he answered cheerful y, not releasing his hands.
“Explain yourself, please,” I ordered, trying not to notice how my heart was trying to leave my body by way of my mouth.
“You told me to find something to clean my hands with,” he stuttered, trying hard not to laugh as he gave each cheek a little squeeze.
“And you took that to mean my ass?” I laughed back and turned to face him, removing his hands with my own.
“What can I say? I take liberties with my neighbors,” he replied, his eyes darting back and forth now between my lips and my eyes.
“We have a pie to make, mister. I’l thank you to remember your manners. No one touches my ass without an invitation.” I giggled, stil holding
his hands. I felt his thumb trace little circles on the inside of my palm, and my head got swimmy. This guy was going to be the death of me. “Get over
there, handsy, and behave,” I instructed.
He smirked and turned away, which gave me the opportunity to mutter, “Oh my Jesus Lord,” to no one in particular before meeting him back at
the apple bowl.
“Okay, you do what I tel you, got it?” I said, sprinkling sugar into the bowl.
“Got it.”
I started tossing the apples with my hands and Simon fol owed my instructions to the letter. When I asked for more sugar, he sugared. When I
asked for more cinnamon, he complied. When I asked him to squeeze the lemon, he lemoned so wel I had trouble keeping my tongue in my mouth
and off his throat.
I tossed and tasted, and when they were final y right, I lifted a wedge to his mouth. “Open up,” I said, and he leaned in.
I placed an apple on his tongue, and he snapped his mouth shut before I had to chance to remove my fingers. He let his lips close around two,
and I slowly withdrew them, feeling his tongue wrap around them delicately and deliberately.
“Delicious,” he said softly.
“Gah,” I answered, eyes crossing a little at the sex on two legs displayed in front of me.
He chewed. “Sweet. Sweet, Caroline.”
“Gah,” I managed again. Brain knew this was bad, Heart was beating out of our chest.
“Good for you?” he asked, that knowing smile treading dangerously close to smirk territory.
“Good for me,” I answered, on fire after the fingerlatio. Truce schmuce, harem schmarem. Who cared if there was no actual O? I needed to be
in contact with this man in the very worst way.
My sexual wal had been hit, and as I prepared to rip the clothes from his body, throw him to the ground, and ride him amid a pile of apples and
cinnamon with only a rol ing pin to guide us, my phone rang.
Thank you, Jesus.
I looked at the blue-eyed devil and launched myself across the room, away from the brain-scrambling voodoo. I saw his face as I ran, and he
looked a little disappointed.
“Girl, what are you up to tonight?” Mimi screeched into the phone. I held it away from my ear before the bleeding started. Mimi had three sound
levels: Normal Loud, Excited Loud, and Drunky Loud. She was leaving Excited and on her way to Drunky.
“I’m getting ready to have dinner. Where are you?” I asked, nodding at Simon who had started pouring the apples into the pie dish.
“I’m out for drinks with Sophia. What are you doing?” she screamed.
“I just told you, getting ready to have dinner!” I laughed.
Simon came out into the living room with the pie in his hands. “Should I put this in the oven?” he asked.
“Hang on, Mimi. Not yet, I stil need to brush it with a little cream,” I told him, and he ducked back into the kitchen.
“Caroline Reynolds, that was a man! Who was that? Who are you having dinner with? And what are you brushing with cream?” she fired at me,
her voice growing even louder.
“Settle down. My goodness, you’re loud! I’m having dinner with Simon, and we’re making an apple pie,” I explained, which she immediately
screamed out to Sophia.
“Shit,” I muttered as I heard the phone yanked away from Mimi.
“Reynolds, what are you doing? Are you baking pies with your neighbor? Are you naked?” Sophia yel ed, taking her turn to gril me.
“Okay, no, and you al need to seriously settle down. Hanging up now,” I yel ed over her yel ing at me. I could hear Mimi squealing nasty things
about pies and cream. Sophia was in the middle of threatening me not to hang up on her, when I did just that.
I sighed and went to find Simon, with his hands ful of pie. I snorted in spite of myself.
“Oh, my God, that’s so good,” I whimpered, closing my eyes and losing myself to the sensations.