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Sutton
“Did you make this tart?” David asked against my lips.
I nodded breathlessly and slowly brought the box down between us. “For you. Want to try?”
He nodded.
I picked the lemon bar back out of the box, dropped the box onto the counter, and then held the treat before him. He arched an eyebrow at me and then opened his mouth. I watched him take a small bite out of the lemon tart. When he closed his eyes and groaned at the taste of it, it set me on fire.
“Dear God, this is heaven.”
“Uh-huh. I think they’re my signature.”
He took the tart from me and dropped it back down into the box. My heart was in my throat when he tugged me closer again and started kissing his way up my neck.
“I think I’ll have you for dessert instead.”
“Is that so?” I asked breathily.
“Mmhmm.”
My heart
