First, something I sat on until chapter 8 of The Garden posted, planning on putting it up on Facebook and then, of course, I killed my fanfic FB account. Ah...well...
"That's quite a big muffin you've got there, Katie."
"It's not a muffin at all, Dr. McCarty," she all but sang back at me as she handed me a little china plate.
Yeah. A tease.
"It's a Runeberg Cake." She looked at me, expectant.
"Hmm… looks good?"
"My grandmother's recipe."
I bypassed the little fork and bit into the whatever she called it cake, still watching her watching me.
"It's a little different. There's opera crème in the center with the raspberry and –"
I cut her off with a groan before I could stop myself. Butter… sweet creamy vanilla … tart… something spicy…
"Cardamom. She used cardamom in the –"
Before she could finish I had my hand under the full curve of her ass and got her against me as quick as possible. I had to taste Katie, and all this butter raspberry spicy softness filling my mouth could only be made better with her lips and her smell and her pressed into me.
And then a wee giftie came in the inbox yesterday from Viola Cornuta. I just had to mess with this one.
