Oh, Fudge (Hot Cakes #5) - Erin Nicholas Page 0,6

and take them both to the peak within a matter of minutes. If he didn’t move his mouth down to her clit and make her come before he fucked her.

They’d only had one night together but they’d covered a lot of bases. He knew her body pretty well and, because she was so willing to tell him exactly what she liked, he had a good feel for how to wring every drop of pleasure out of her tight, wonderfully flexible body.

“If you stay in here with me, I’ll let you sit on my face,” he said against her nipple.

She loved oral sex, but she liked to be on top, controlling the angle and the pace and telling him what to do while she held her pussy above his mouth.

God that had been hot. He’d been very willing to follow her directions.

She gave another little groan-laugh. “Suddenly I don’t even remember why I thought I should leave this room. Ever.”

“That’s my girl.” He sucked hard on her nipple, ignoring how great it sounded to call her his girl. That was stupid.

Just then the doorknob rattled, and the door shook slightly as someone tried to open it.

“Paige?” a woman’s voice called.

Mitch’s head came up and he met Paige’s eyes. She put a finger to her mouth.

He glanced at the doorknob that rattled again. There was no lock on that knob. The only thing keeping the door shut was their body weight against it.

He pulled Paige’s bra back up over her breast, with a touch of regret at having to cover it up, then straightened her shirt.

“Paige Elizabeth! What is going on?”

Paige took a breath and called. “Just a second, Mom!”

Mom? Mom? Well, shit.

Paige wiggled against him and he let her slide to the floor. She licked her lips and smoothed her clothes as she pushed him back.

“Are you all right?” the woman asked through the door. “What is going on?”

“I’m just… rearranging the office. I’ve got the desk in front of the door!” Paige told her. She was frowning and sounded annoyed.

Yeah, he was annoyed too—and very uncomfortable behind his zipper. Mitch adjusted himself and then noticed the doorknob turning.

He quickly moved, leaning into the door, playing the part of a desk, preventing Paige’s mom from opening the door.

Paige rolled her eyes. Then she crossed to her desk and shoved it across the floor a few inches, making the scraping noise that her mom would surely hear.

“I’m coming!” she told her mother. She faced Mitch and pointed at him, mouthing. “Hide.”

He widened his eyes and shrugged, silently asking, Where?

She pointed behind him and he looked over his shoulder. There was a closet. A very small closet. He looked back at her, one eyebrow up. He was a big guy. All over. Something she’d not only enjoyed physically but that she’d commented on more than once when they’d been together. He’d inherited his six-four and wide frame, but he also did manual labor for a living. Working on the bayou just kind of naturally lent itself to brawn.

“Paige!” her mother snapped through the door again.

Paige came close and whispered, “Look, if you don’t want to have to propose to me at family dinner on Sunday and have a spring wedding and have constant discussions about which family name we should use for our first child’s middle name between now and then, you’ll get your cute ass in that closet and stay quiet.”

Proposals, Sunday family dinner, wedding planning and family names used as middle names… all of that was way too familiar. He knew exactly what she was talking about suddenly.

He was going to learn more about her family once they were alone—seemed they had something in common besides burn-the-bed-up sex—but yeah, for now, he could hide out.

He gave her a nod and turned for the closet and slipped inside. Barely. It was definitely a tight fit.

The tiny space was filled with hoodies and coats, a couple pairs of boots on the floor, and a shovel—he assumed for the snow outside, which, he couldn’t deny, made him grin. He’d never spent time in a place that got regular snow and that was going to be fun.

The door had barely closed behind him when he heard Paige open the office door.

“Good heavens!” her mother said. “I was starting to get worried.”

“I’m fine. I was looking for some… files… and got to rearranging and had the desk in front of the door,” Paige said.

“You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?” her mom asked.

Mitch grinned. She did