What's Life Without the Sprinkles - By Misty Simon Page 0,59

went on, oblivious to his turmoil.

“I just told Justin to clean up his room before dinner, so we have about ten minutes to talk.” She sat back in her cushioned chair and crossed her arms under her rather impressive chest. The nipple he’d licked and sucked seemed to call to him even from across the distance.

But, God, did that make him feel lower than dirt to even be thinking about her boobs. This was not going to work. It was just too weird for words. “What is going on?”

It was a pretty blunt question, but Claudia stepped up to the plate without a single hesitation. “I want icing.”

What? He breathed in through his nose and tried to let the flowers around him calm him. It didn’t work, nor did it make anything make any more sense. “So go down to the grocery store and buy yourself a can. It’s like two bucks or something. I’ll give you the money.”

She laughed, throwing her head back. The twinkling lights picked up the glow of her skin. His mouth watered, against his better judgment.

“Not that kind of icing. And actually, I just want some cake. I’ve decided to start eating cake again instead of stale cookies. And you are definitely the person I want to give it to me.”

This was not making one whit of sense to him. Had she gone off the deep end after seeing Peter and didn’t know it? And the way she’d worded the thing about him giving it to her made him think she was on the verge of something he might not approve of at all.

And then she proceeded to blow him away. And not in a good way.

“I want icing in my life. I want the sparks. I want to be able to wear high heels and feel like a woman. I don’t want to have to follow a schedule or wait to be talked to. I don’t want to be talked down to or told that my cake business is a hobby I have to give up when I get shackled to a short, toupee-wearing idiot.”

Her eyes were bright and her hair nearly wild. But now he finally understood what was behind all this. Kind of. But what did it have to do with him?

“So you want icing? Or cake? Or both? What?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his own chair. And what exactly did that have to do with kissing him, coming for him while she called his name? All things he was raring to do again, but shouldn’t be. Damn. This could be interesting.

She began drawing invisible pictures on the table with her fingertip. He could almost feel it on his skin.

“I just want some cake in my life. I think I rate some cake in my life. I don’t need the whole enchilada, with the icing and the sparks and the undying love, but I would like some sparks, some heat, some good sex.” She fisted her hand at her chest and he knew she meant business.

“And I fit into all this how?”

Her smile was the closest thing to predatory he’d ever seen outside the big cat display at the zoo. “Why, you’re going to be the cake, and from what we did less than half an hour ago, I’d say you’re going to like it.”

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“I can call Nate, honey, but I’m pretty sure that’s the night he’s out of town for business,” Claudia said that evening as she arranged on a roll some of the lunchmeat May had sent home with her and slathered the mayonnaise on thick like Justin liked it. The boy was really into his condiments. The idea of a girls’ night had been a good one earlier in the day, but both May and Zoe had ended up having to call off. Zoe had forgotten she had a date, and May had said later would be a better time. Claudia tried not to feel blown off, but it was a close thing.

“We should have asked him while he was here earlier,” she said now. Not that she could have remembered in the afterglow of that orgasm.

“I want him to go.”

“And I’m sure he wants to go, but there’s no guarantee he can. He does have a life of his own, you know.” Claudia rubbed the base of her skull and moved to put everything back in the refrigerator. She’d lost her appetite about the time Justin had asked, right after