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so lovely. And highly addicting.” Then he placed a kiss on Pitney’s freckled nose. “I think we should prepare the dough now, though. We don’t want to rush.”
    To hell with waiting, rush me! Pitney was so horny, and about ready to plead and beg. If one kiss and Rafael’s compliments had him on the edge so fast, he’d only need more kisses, and maybe some groping, to come.
    Before he could complain, Rafael stood and held out his hand. Pitney’s stuck out lip and petulant pout only gained him a quiet chuckle.
    “Come on.”
    Pitney sighed but complied. Together, they prepared the dough for the gingerbread men while drinking their tea. Pitney found himself enchanted with Rafael’s nutty humor and bright smiles. For a man that big and intimidating, he was a laid-back guy who laughed and smiled a lot.
    When Pitney sat on the kitchen counter, legs dangling and his fingers busy scraping left-over dough out of a bowl, Rafael stepped between his legs and rested his hands on the counter.
    “You’re so cute like that,” he whispered, then licked at Pitney’s lips. “And sweet.”
    “That’s the dough, not me,” Pitney mumbled.
    “Nah, impossible. It’s you. So, tell me why you’re so good at baking. I had no idea!” At Rafael’s irritated frown, Pitney giggled and stuck his finger into his mouth to suck on it. Gaze pinned to Pitney’s suckling lips, Rafael’s eyes dilated and his nostrils flared. Pitney couldn’t help but preen at that reaction.
    “Well, my aunt taught me some stuff, and I learned at the restaurant, too. We serve dessert, but it’s not her favorite task. She hired a pastry chef a couple of years back, then had to let her go again.”
    “And you enjoy baking?” Rafael asked, stroking his big hands up and down Pitney’s legs.
    “Oh, I love it!”
    Rafe grinned and squeezed his skinny knees. “Me stroking your legs or baking?”
    “Both, you dork.” Pitney giggled and scooped his finger through the bowl once again, then offered the morsel to Rafe.
    “Why don’t you apply for an apprenticeship, then? You could still work at your uncle’s restaurant once you’ve finished. You’d do something you love and earn more money.”
    Rafe curled his agile tongue around Pitney’s finger, then sucked it into his mouth. The sensation transferred right to Pitney’s cock. He moaned and wriggled, trying to press the bulge in his jeans against Rafael’s surely ripped stomach. A man with arms like trees and pecs like dinner plates surely had a wonderful six pack. Maybe even an eight-pack.
    “Want to answer my question?” Rafe asked after he let Pitney’s finger slip from between his lips. Wondering what they’d feel like around his cock didn’t help Pitney to calm his raging libido.
    “Stop sucking parts of me and I’ll be able to give you an answer.” When Rafe only chuckled and waggled his brows, Pitney snickered. He punched the man’s beefy shoulder, then rested his head against it. “You think I’m clever enough for an apprenticeship? My school grades weren’t impressive.”
    Rafe kissed his temple. “I think you can do anything you want, Pitney. You’re way smarter than you give yourself credit for. Above all, if baking is your passion, the rest will be a piece of cake. Pun intended.”
    Pitney snickered against the bigger man’s neck. “You’re horrible.”
    “Nah, you love it.”
    “I love being here with you,” he whispered, cursing himself and hoping the other man hadn’t heard him. The kiss to his neck and the quick squeeze to his waist told him otherwise. “The dough should be okay now. Let’s roll and cut it.”
    Rafael gave him another kiss and a tender, understanding smile before he stepped back and lifted him off the counter. “All right. I’m curious how you’ll decorate your gingerbread men. I bought different colors of frosting.”
    Pitney laughed. “Oh? Why’s that? Do you think they’ll picture my dream man and you can dress