Page 74 of Hiding for the Holidays
“I used to bake Christmas treats with my mom every year.”
“I know, I thought you might like to do it this year, with me.” She lurches forward and wraps her short arms around me, hugging me tightly as I hug her back. “I take it you like it?”
She pulls back and glances up at me. “I love it.”
Betty, the owner greets us and shows us to the kitchen. “You can use any of these supplies. I wasn’t sure what you wanted tobake, so I’ve pulled a few recipes here to get you started, but feel free to use your own.”
“Thanks, Betty.”
“Here’s the key, after you lock up, push it through the mail slot. It’s my extra.”
“I really appreciate you letting us bake in here.”
“No problem, just do your best to clean up after yourselves.”
“Of course, thank you,” Rosie says with a smile.
Betty locks the door behind her as she leaves, and I turn to Rosie with a smile.
“Alright shortcake, what do you want to make first?”
She gazes around at all the ingredients before grabbing the printed recipes. “I don’t know. Let’s see what’s here—Oh! Magic bars, do you like those?” she asks, turning the recipe to me.
“Love ‘em. Let’s see what we need.”
We grab a large bowl and start measuring in all the ingredients. With everything handy it doesn’t take long to make them and we move on to a sugar cookie recipe.
We decide to stop there as we’ll have more than the four of us can eat as it is.
“Leo?”
“Hmm?” I turn to Rosie and she rubs her thumb over my cheek.
“You have a bit of flour there.”
“Thanks. Oh!” I say, feigning surprise as I look at her face.
“What?”
“You’ve got some right… here!” I gently slap a small amount of flour against her cheek and laugh at her completely shocked expression.
“Leo! I can’t believe you just did that!”
“What are you gonna do about it?” I ask with a grin. Shelooks around, as if seeking something to throw at me and I grab her wrists, stopping her from grabbing anything.
Her blue eyes look up at me and her surprise turns to sadness as her lower lip pops out in a pout.
“Hey now! That’s not fair!”
Her lip starts shaking, and even though I know she’s pretending, I hate seeing her sad.
“Okay, okay, I yield! You win!” I let go of her and raise my arms to the side in defeat. “Do what you will to me.”
She crooks her finger at me, and I bend down so my face is almost level with hers. She turns my head to the side and licks right up the side of my face, then lets go and leans back, looking amused with herself.
She might have licked me as a joke, but there is nothing funny about her tongue on me. My cock hardens in my pants, and her amusement fades away when she sees the heat in my eyes.
The oven beeps and she jumps, looking over at it, but I grab her waist and hold her in place as I stare down at her.
