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He shook his head. “Nah, it’s been a hobby of mine for a while. I love experimenting with the flavors, and something about the precision work correlates well with an engineering brain.”

“You realize how hot that is, right?” My fingers itched to reach over and touch him. Except we’d agreed to date. I absolutely could. The second I placed my hand on his thigh, his breath hitched. A thrill sparked through me again.

From the moment I’d discovered who my secret admirer was, I’d soared down the big drop of a coaster, enjoying the fall, knowing I’d be safe in Jacob’s arms.

“I don’t think making chocolate puts a person into the hot category.” A grin lingered on Jacob’s lips. I wanted to lick into his mouth and kiss him all over. Gah. I was so obsessed. It was like once I had permission, once I realized he was single and into me too, the dam I’d been keeping my feelings behind unleashed.

“Trust me, it does. Knowing you created those with those sexy hands and your clever brain? Very, very hot.”

“I still have a bowl of the milk chocolate from the coating of the last one in the fridge,” he said, his tone deceptively light. The slight curve of his lips was a little cocky and a lot sexy.

“I’m listening.” I attempted an innocence I hadn’t had for a long, long while.

“I can think of some creative uses. As long as you don’t mind getting a little dirty.”

“Lucky for you, I want to get positively filthy.”

“I’m trying not to speed,” he muttered, almost as if to himself. I squeezed his thigh, then inched my palm higher. His length threatened the thin barrier of his slacks, and based on the dick print there, he was thick in the best sort of way. Another inch up, and the side of my hand brushed against his tip.

A shattered breath escaped him. “Oh god.”

“God, you’re big,” I purred, a bit of mischief sparking inside me. I swept my fingertips against his tip, small circles through the fabric. “You’re going to feel amazing inside me.”

“Henry, are you trying to kill me?” Jacob asked through gritted teeth.

“You’ve got this.” I ran my palm farther up his length. A shudder racked his body, and I reveled in his responsiveness.

“Right, so you are trying to kill me.” Jacob shook his head. “God, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” I teased, continuing to stroke my palm over his cock, despite the layer of fabric in between. I shifted in my seat, my cock testing the confines of my slacks. Goddamn, I needed him something bad.

He made the turn down his road and came to an abrupt halt in his driveway.

“Okay, you.” He directed my mouth toward his and then utterly claimed me. This was a side to Jacob I’d never seen, and I was so thrilled. I’d always thought he was hot, and we were insanely comfortable around each other, but I’d shoved aside all the fantasies of him crushing me into the bed with his big bear body because he’d been in a relationship. Ung. I would take full advantage now that we were dating.

God, I had a boyfriend.

I kissed him back hard, my mind reeling. My whole body was attuned to him, and I couldn’t wait to get inside his house.

Jacob pulled away, his shoulders heaving. I licked my lips, and his eyes flared.

“Come on.” He opened his car door. I followed suit, and hand in hand, we strode toward his house.

My heart thumped heavily as we entered Jacob’s space. The smell of pine and lemon flooded me when I stepped inside, and I soaked it in. His space was clean and neat, the total opposite of my haphazard mess, but it fit his personality keenly.

“Do you want to just hang, or…” he asked.

I shot him a deadass look. “I didn’t get edged the entire workday to sit back and watch Netflix. Find the nearest surface and get that thick cock wedged up my ass.”

Jacob lifted his brow, a sexy-as-fuck grin spreading on his lips. “Sounds perfect.”

His kitchen was a total dream—all granite countertops, stainless steel backsplashes, and white cabinets. Jacob led me to one of the counters and tapped on the surface.

“Strip down and bend over the counter.”

The command in his tone had me acquiescing at once. I started at my buttons. He slipped his hand into his pocket and tugged out a condom and lube packet from his wallet.

“God, I love when a guy is prepared.” My body hummed with readiness, my skin so sensitized I could scream. Each brush of fabric as I pulled off my shirt cranked up my neediness.

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