Page 74 of A Very Merry Mistake

“You’re going to leave me hanging like that?” she asks like she’s offended, trying to catch her breath. Her pulse is ticking hard in her neck.

“One thing at a time, darlin’, because once we get started, I’m not stopping for anything. Gingerbread house first, then your sweet cunt is mine.”

She glances down at my dick, and I tuck it up in my joggers, the head on full display. With just one look, she makes me hard, and having the power to make her come within minutes has me nearly exploding. I know her body already. I know what she likes, what brings her to the edge, and what roughness she craves. By the end of the trip, I have a feeling she’ll be just as addicted to me as I am to her.

The timer on the oven screams out, letting us know the gingerbread is finished baking. I force myself away and grab a mitt, then set the pan of gingerbread on top of the stove. Claire reties her robe and inspects our work. “Wow, it looks legit.”

“Because it is. Now we just have to wait for it to cool.” I take our structure and place it on a mat on the island. “Let’s finish the icing while we wait.”

Claire steps back and watches me put the icing into a plastic bag with a tip.

“I’m impressed,” she says.

“Just wait until I teach you how to decorate.”

She shakes her head. “No. I can’t. I’m not an artist. Trust me, I’ve had plenty of lessons. Bad at sports. Bad at drawing. Bad at painting. Bad at dancing.”

“And you’re going to be great at decorating a house made of bread. Come on, we’ll do some practice runs. You’re gonna be amazin’. I can see the determination in your eyes.” I wave her over and slide one of the extra squares I baked just for this purpose in front of her.

I stand behind her, wrapping my hands around hers, adding the perfect amount of pressure to the bag so she can get used to how the icing spreads.

“See? Pro-level,” I say in her ear, and she smiles. “Feelin’ confident?”

“I think so.”

“Great, because we’re gonna assemble it tonight and decorate later.”

“What!” She turns and glares at me. “Decorating is the fun part!”

“It’s the rules! If we decorate it too early without letting everything settle, it will crash and burn. Okay, well, not burn, but it’ll fall apart.”

“Patience is not one of my strengths.”

“Luckily, it’s one of mine. Now, let’s build this house so I can focus on you the rest of the night.”

“Actually, now that you mention it, I’m totally on board with this plan.”

I chuckle. “Hardly needed any convincing. Let’s do this.”

I grab a glitter board from the pantry and set it in front of her. Then I walk her through how we’ll glue it all together.

“Like this?” she asks, setting the bottom of one wall upright. I reach forward, holding it so it doesn’t fall as she does another.

With care, she lines the edges where the roof will go, then places it on top. The smile on her face might be permanent as she takes a step back and admires her handiwork. I lift my hand, and she gives me a high five.

“Good girl. Now, you’ll want to reinforce the seams with some icing, and then we’ll let it rest for a few days.”

“Days?” Her brows furrow.

“Constructing is the hardest part.”

“Seriously?”

I laugh. “Google it. People rush, want to bake and decorate and do everything at once, but it doesn’t last. Building a gingerbread house is like dating. Gotta give it time to settle, make it sweet, then sit back and admire it.”

“And gobble it up?”

I shake my head. “Not exactly.”

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