He opened the fridge and my heart was beating so fast I thought I might pass out. The excitement of catching him in the act had me giddy. I wanted to sound sultry and in charge. Instead, I almost squeaked, “Don’t touch those pies!”
My nipples were hard, my breathing ragged. Michael turned with a start and grinned. “Foiled again?” he asked. Then he noticed my excited squirm and started for me. “You’d deny me one of your pies?”
“They’re for tomorrow,” I wailed. But then I noticed how he was walking. The look on his face. I knew that look.
Michael dropped to his knees and ran his finger over my hard nipple. The way his skin rasped over my coffee colored silk nightgown made me grow wetter still. I had no idea that crime fighting was so arousing. “I like your nighty. Very Grace Kelly. Very kitten with a whip.”
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