Page 42 of Blood Sugar

“Shhh, darling.” His hand flattened on my ribs as he worked his way lower. “I’m eating.”

The frosting stopped above my pubic bone, and as he licked the last of it off my skin, I was ready to rip his pants off and grab his cock, but he wasn’t done eating.

Using one hand to hold me down, he moved his mouth lower, placing a kiss at the apex of my thighs. With his other hand, he trailed his fingers over the center of me, gently exploring where he’d touched the night before.

“I can’t—oh, fuck, Rowen, fuck.” Gibberish streamed from my lips as he parted me and swiped his tongue from my entrance up to my clit.

“I know what you need, baby.” His words vibrated against the most sensitive part of me, and my hips bucked, fighting against his hold.

I could sense his grin at my reaction. His grip tightened, holding me down as he swirled his tongue and then hummed.

“I’m going to die,” was all I could manage to say, followed by another embarrassing moan as Rowen slid two fingers into my core.

My entire body seized up, tension coiling impossibly high already. He licked me again, moving his fingers at the same time. It was too much. I was talking again, but it was nothing but whimpers, curses, and his name over and over again.

Rowen rewarded me with a harder thrust of his fingers, curling them inside of me. I could hardly breathe, my entire body seizing up. When he sucked at me, eating me up like I was his favorite meal, my soul left my body.

My body shuddered, my core clenching around him rhythmically. Pleasure washed over me, and I thrashed against his hold, overwhelmed by the intensity. Shaking, I clasped my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the scream working its way out of my throat.

His hand on my stomach finally relaxed, and he straightened, grinning at me.

“I—what was… wow, fuck.”

Apparently, I hadn’t recovered the ability to form sentences.

Rowen wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, a look of utter satisfaction filling his features. Looking over at the piping bag, he smiled again. “I think I’ll stick this in my apartment’s fridge so we can use the rest later.”

Glaring at him, I huffed, “You better let me have a turn.”

“If you like.”

He was far too casual for someone who just made me scream. Well, I wasn’t entirely sure if I’d screamed, but my throat felt a little sore, like I’d been screaming, and I’d lost all sense of time and space, so I figured it was likely I’d screamed like he was murdering me.

“Rowen?” Another voice came from the front of the bakery.

“What the fuck?” I hissed, grabbing for my dress.

Rowen’s eyes were saucers as he looked from me to the open archway into the front of the bakery.

“Give me a second,” he yelled back.

Dress in hand, I flung myself off the counter and made a dash for the stairs. Thankfully the door was unlocked and I wrenched it shut behind me before whoever was in the bakery made it around the counter and into the kitchen.

My heart beat so hard, it hurt. In the dark, narrow stairwell, I yanked my dress on, realizing too late that my bra and panties were still on the floor in the kitchen.

“What the fuck is going on?” a feminine voice asked beyond the door.

“Nothing. What’s up, Amelie?” Rowen asked, his tone harsher than his casual words should sound.

My brain spun. Amelie. Amelie, who hired me? His sister! The zipper catches as my shaking fingers drag it up.

Their conversation softened, and my harsh breathing drowned out the words as I adjusted the straps of my dress and smoothed my hair.

Should I go out there? I doubted he wanted his sister to know he was licking frosting off my naked body in their family’s bakery, but I could just casually be…what? Coming out of his apartment?

“I’m just trying to be nice and helpful.” Amelie’s voice rose.

“We’ve been managing fine without you,” Rowen replied.