Page 117 of The Sebastian Guarantee
Come on, universe! Let’s wreck a cake.
The freshly frosted delight toppled over and smacked the kitchen floor with a satisfying thud. He whooped and pumped his fist like a baked-goods bandit.
Phoebe removed her earbuds. A devilish twist of a grin graced her lips. “You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“No, ma’am, I could not.”
“What’s the time?”
He glanced at his watch. “We’ve got seventeen minutes until our guests arrive.”
“Seventeen minutes. That’s plenty of time toclean up,” she replied with a devious glint in her eyes.
“Uh-huh, and we should start with the frosting.”
“One little taste wouldn’t hurt.” Like she’d read his mind, she lowered herself to the ground and—wait a second—she wasn’t wearing her tried-and-true sneakers.
He eyed the hot pink footwear. “Are you baking in high heels?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Did you know I would try to make you knock over the cake?”
“Just go with it, Mr. Lickable Abs.”
“Oh, I will. I love it when you use your super-smart brain to seduce me with baked goods and the possibility of sex.”
She dragged the index finger of her left hand through the icing like she had the last time this happened. There was, however, an addition to the mix. The diamond engagement ring glinted in the light as she trailed her finger through the chocolatey goodness, then tasted the cocoa catastrophe.
“Is it good?” he asked, unbuckling his belt.
“So good,” she cooed, then resumed sucking the chocolate off her finger.
He unzipped his jeans. “Is it creamy?”
She closed her eyes and hummed a dirty little sound. “So creamy.” She removed her finger from her mouth, dipped it into the frosting, then rose to her feet.
He noticed something else. While he’d been glued to his laptop, she’d switched out of her overalls and into a skirt.
“You changed.”
“I did.”
“Overalls make it tricky for a quickie.”
“They do.”
“This is very man-eater Phoebe of you.”
“I have to let her have a little fun every now and then.” She leaned over and flashed what was beneath the skirt—or whatwasn’tbeneath her skirt.
He inhaled a tight breath. “You seem to have misplaced your knickers.”
“Oops, it’s so time consuming being a tech genius. I must have forgotten to put on panties.” She dipped to the ground and brushed her finger across the chocolatey surface again. Replaying the college scene, she sucked her fingertip, looked over her shoulder, and hummed her delight.
“Damn, that’s hot.”
She repeated the sexy dip and frosting scrape maneuver. Taunting him, she wagged her chocolate-covered finger at him. “Would you like a taste?”
