Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,79

words were just the slightest bit slurred.

“I just lost to Foster of all people.” The man in question flipped me off as his thumbs flew over his screen. “How’s girls night?”

“We’re baking!” she screeched.

I pulled the phone away, winced. Once I heard her voice fall away, I raised the phone back to my ear. “I got your picture.”

“Which one?”

I sat there dumbfounded for a second. “You’ve sent more than one?”

Her chuckle was like silken fingers dancing over my cock. “Mhmm.”

My phone buzzed again. I pulled it from my ear. Looked at my messages. Sweet fucking angels. She was licking a long swirl of batter from her spatula.

“Did you like it?”

I growled. I was pretty sure I was going to get it mounted and put in my office. “Yes. Were you thinking of anything in particular?”

Her moan was a little soft, a lot gritty. “Just the salty sweet taste of...batter.”

Heat flared in my belly. “Good girl. Have you oiled up the pan yet?” An idea began to form.

“Mhmm. My hands are covered in it. I had to take my shirt off.”

I jolted as my brain went blank. “Why?” Her skin was out in the open? The other girls could see it? They could see her tattoo? I gritted my teeth. Her body was for me and me alone.

“Well, Jessa was trying to help Nik learn how to...beat...eggs. They were getting a little rambunctious and the whisk slipped. I got covered in clear stuff. In my hair. On my face. I practically had a necklace of it!”

I wanted to bash my head into the wall. “Cupcake, if you wanted a pearl necklace, I’m more than capable of giving it to you.”

Rafe boooed me.

I flipped him off. “Besides, what happens if you get more...clear stuff on you?”

She giggled. “One of the girls will wipe me off if my hands are still...busy. They’re so helpful and good with their nimble little fingers. They can fit in the tightest places. Did you know that?” The last word ended on a snort.

Stick a fork in me, I was this close to being done. I turned back. The others who were playing the game looked just as lost as I did. Were we really that bad with the ladies and seduction? Against Willow, I had zero game.

Mas rolled his eyes. Oh, like he was so much better? Asshole.

He opened his mouth, a glint in his eye.

I waited. Maybe he would actually be helpful. I raised my eyebrows at him. Practically begged him to help me.

After a second, he shook his head. The fucker left me high and dry as he shut his stupid piehole. He gave me a completely Italian shrug that could have meant anything from ‘go fuck yourself’ to the all-encompassing complaint of men globally, ‘women.’

I needed to up my game. There was no way I would be the one not coming for twenty-four hours. Think, think, think. “Cupcake?”

“Yes, hero?”

Come on, come on, come on. This was fucking ridiculous! I was wonderful with women. I could tie them up in literal and figurative knots. That my baker was out-sexing me was a hard truth to swallow.

I leaned my head against the wall. “I really want to taste your...batter, right now. I want to scoop my finger through it. Then I want to lick it off like you did that beater.”

“Aww, hero. You sound so sad. Are you giving up already? I didn’t even get to change my outfit yet.”

“Change your outfit?” I was pretty sure the top of my head was about to blow off.

“Yeah. I guess you’ll have to wait for the next hour. Make sure everyone can see your hand.”

My brow furrowed. “That’s not how you play poker.”

“I know. I love you, bye.” She disconnected before I could ask for clarification. Her innuendo game was off the fucking charts.

I was so screwed.

Chapter 24 – Willow

I disconnected and let out a soft scream. “Girls, I think we’re all going to win tonight!” I danced in a small circle, pumped my fists in the air.

When no one else joined me, I stopped and looked around. All I saw were bedroom eyes, flushed cheeks, and fidgeting. Even Tali. Ballbusting Tali was looking a little turned on.

“What? No!” I stomped my foot. “This is so not fair. What did they say?”

Nik looked away.

Tali just smiled.

Jessa’s expression looked like she either witnessed a horrific accident or saw her personal god.

The timer dinged, drawing my attention. I pouted all the way to the oven. The wave of heat that