Trouble on the Edge**
*Blaze:
The brioche was still warm, soaked in syrup, and probably illegal in six countries for how damn good it was. I finished the last bite, licking butter off my lip while Kat sat across from me making a noise that honestly had me shifting in my f*****g chair.
She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let out this little moan like she was seconds away from melting into the damn floor.
I raised an eyebrow, chewing slow as I watched her. “You good over there?”
Kat’s eyes fluttered open, and for a second, I swear she looked high. “This is better than sex.”
I leaned back in my chair. “Careful, Firecracker. That sounds like a challenge.”
She grinned at me, syrup on her bottom lip. “I don't know, you haven't won a challenge with me yet biker boy”
I was abo
