I’m setting both pans on top of the stove to cool when Mason walks back in. Still shirtless but wearing low-hung sweatpants with bare feet with his hair still wet from his shower. Just the sight of him brings all my needy achy feelings back. I want that orgasm he teased me with earlier.
“Apple Crisp?” he says in an airy voice with a quizzical smile.
Raising my eyebrows and c*****g my head I point towards the smaller square pan. “Yup, but this one is Peach crisp. I made it for Jude. I think he’ll really like it, what do you think?” I say in a silvery tone.
He narrows his eyes and purses his lips. He wants it bad, maybe bad enough to work for it. “Oh really? Well, I’m sure Jude wouldn’t mind sharing.” He’s leaning against the counter his chin out with a lopsided grin. Seems like our game
