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“It’s fun.”

Yes, it is. Hot, sexy fun.

“I’m—”

“Sush.” He kisses me behind the ear and sucks my earlobe into his mouth. “I know all the reasons we shouldn’t. But we have, so enjoy it. Unless you’d rather I left?”

I wouldn’t. It’s foolish and wrong, but heaven help me, I want to enjoy this virile young man while I’ve got the chance. Before he realises he’s not as into me as he thinks he is. He told me I was sexy. It sounded like he meant it. If this is my only chance to be with him, why shouldn’t I take it?

Because I’m ten years older.

Because his dad might find out.

He’s an adult. He can make his own decisions. Right now, he’s choosing me.

He holds my hips and rubs against my arse. “Have you stopped thinking yet?”

“I’m trying to.”

“I think kissing me might help.”

He gives me enough space to turn around before pushing against me and slamming his lips against mine. Oh, fuck, he tastes divine. His lips and tongue are sweet from the cake batter and salty from my cum. For the first time, I understand why people like sweet and salty popcorn. I wrap my arms around his lower back and pull him hard against my aching body. I devour his mouth, feasting on his eager tongue and pliant lips.

A small voice in the back of my mind urges me to stop or, at the very least, slow down andthink. But I don’t want to think. I want to feel and do. I want to give in to temptation and passion and enjoy Cameron, like he clearly wants me to.

“Cupcakes,” I whisper.

“Oh, right.”

We wash our hands and transfer the still-warm cupcakes to a cooling rack.

“How long will they take to cool?” Cameron asks.

I consult the recipe book. “It doesn’t say. It just says we should wait until they’re cool to ice them.”

“Huh. Well, they’re only small, so I guess they won’t take too long.”

“I don’t know. They could take a while.”

He grins and plays with the buttons on my shirt. “Are you suggesting we should go somewhere more comfortable?”

I swallow. Am I?

“Like your bedroom?” He raises his eyebrows.

Holy fuck.

He walks his fingers down my chest and stomach and up again. “We could have a lot more fun up there.” He undoes the top two buttons of my shirt. “We could get naked. I want to see all of you.” His voice is warm with desire.

A shiver snakes down my spine. My thoughts fly apart and struggle to come back together into anything coherent. What is he suggesting? More fooling around? Sex?

“What are we doing?” I ask.

Giving in to sweet temptation, that’s what. The cake batter wasn’t the forbidden fruit. Cameron is.

“Having fun. You are having fun, aren’t you?”

When I’m not second-guessing everything we’re doing, yes. But what’s going to happen later, when Cameron is gone, and the gravity of this encounter hits me in full force? Will we keep it secret? Will we indulge again, or is this a strict one-off? I should ask, but the potential answers scare me. It doesn’t help that I don’t know what I want. A secret one-off would be the best option, but a part of me wants him to want more. Being desired by him is electrifying. Knowing he’s just scratching an itch and nothing more would be mortifying.