Page 199 of Indulge
He goes pale. I laugh so hard I spill half the batter.
By the time the dough hits the trays, the kitchen looks like a cocaine bust gone wrong.
“Hey, you both got cookies in the oven,” she praises.
And when she taps Reggie’s ass with a spoon, I nearly lose it with laughter.
When she finally declares, “Time’s up,” I glance at Reggie’s tray and then at mine.
They’re both disasters.
“Well?” Reggie asks. “Who wins this one?”
Bella looks between us, eyes glittering, and says, “Oh, boys… the real winner is Inferno’s security footage.”
Reggie groans. “Fantastic. I can’t wait for Declan to print that and frame it in the office.”
Her smile is wicked, hitting me straight in the chest.
And for one delirious moment, I think maybe this is what peace looks like.
97
BELLA
Song- Too Sweet, Hozier
While they’re busy getting the cookies out of the oven and plating them up, I go out the back for my costume change.
Lingerie off. Pink apron on. I clean up my makeup and run my fingers through my hair and head back in.
I can’t help but admire my view as I walk back in. Their toned asses as they pile up the cookies. A sweet, sweet dream.
I clear my throat, watching their jaws drop open when they see me.
“Wow,” Reggie breathes out.
“Decided to join us on our new fashion adventure?” Rowan teases.
“Yeah. I thought maybe you both deserved a treat for your hard work.” I wink, heading over, assessing their creations.
Somehow Rowan’s are half burnt on one side. Reggie’s, however, look perfectly shaped, perfectly baked.
“Mmm, they look tasty,” I tell them, purposely licking my lips.
“Yeah? I’m looking at something else tasty,” Rowan mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.
I pick up one of his baked goods, running my tongue seductively along it, and take a small bite. It’s so fucking dry, I hold back my cough as I try to swallow it.
“Nice,” I croak.
Reggie bites back a grin, watching me; he knows exactly how that went. So I grab one of his.
“Pretty on the outside, but is it as good on the inside?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“To you I hope it’s good enough inside.”
He’s right—it’s incredible. Sweet, soft, and maddeningly good. Like everything he does, deliberate and impossible to forget.
