My Sugar Cookie (Man Card Book 15)

by Terra Kelly

  “No.” She lifted her head up. “I just hate being good.”

  “Well, when the competition is over you can be very bad, Millie.”

  This woman continued to surprise me. I looked forward to getting to know her better.

  Ten

  Millie

  Last day of the competition…

  “Good luck today.” Kris was sitting at a small table in the hotel restaurant. “Take this one home.”

  I plopped down on the chair beside him. “How do you do this shit frequently? Competing is not for the weak.” I reached over and grabbed a bagel in the small basket sitting in the center of the table. “I may need to take a week off after all this.”

  “We could hide out here for a few extra days,” Kris said while buttering his bagel.

  “We?”

  He shrugged and took a bite. “You. I mean you should take some time off.”

  I grabbed a butter packet and threw it at his chest. “I know exactly what you meant.” He was laughing as he tried to catch the packet before it hit him.

  Since the second day of the competition, we had been texting each other frequently. The last two nights our text messages took a bit of a turn and he called me while I was lying in bed. He asked me a simple question. What was I wearing? Telling him I had on pajama pants and a T-shirt just seemed boring. So, instead, I said nothing.

  For the first time in my life I experienced phone sex.

  “Don’t let anything distract you today.” Kris slid his hand over and placed it on top of mine. “You’re this close to winning.”

  Kris was sent home yesterday. He wasn’t able to finish his challenge. The judges loved how everything tasted, they hated how it looked. When they called his name, I could see the sadness in his eyes.

  “Hopefully I can win.” I took a bite of my bagel and slid my tongue across my bottom lip to catch some cream cheese and butter.

  “Don’t do that.” Kris leaned closer to me and whispered.

  “Huh?” I swallowed wrong and almost choked. “Do what?” I asked in between coughing.

  “That thing with your tongue.”

  I burst out laughing. “You mean this?” I took another bite and repeated my movements.

  He inched his chair closer to me and leaned his body next to mine. “When does your flight leave?”

  “Kris,” I whispered and struggled to form my words. “T…Tomorrow.”

  He placed his hand on my thigh and moved it up higher. “Spend the evening with me.”

  I placed my hand over his and brought my thighs closer together. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I finally glanced up into his emerald eyes. “What if I lose? I may be super grumpy.”

  “The way I see it, you will be celebrating or need consoling.”

  “And you’re just the man for the job?”

  “Maybe.” He leaned in and kissed my temple.

  The moment he made contact with my skin I knew what I wanted. “I’ll text you when I get back to the hotel.” Before my body forced me to stay, I hopped up and threw my jacket on. “Wish me luck.” I quickly left because I needed the distance.

  I came here to win a competition. What I didn’t expect, I would be leaving here with a new appreciation for sugar cookies. One particular sugar cookie recipe.

  Twelve hours later…

  I didn’t win the competition. The judges loved my final cake but my competitor was just that much better than me.

  Less than an hour after losing, my hand was an inch away from Kris’ hotel door prepared to knock. The sexy chef with green eyes had invaded my thoughts and now I had to see him.

  On the taxi drive back to the hotel I sent a text message and let him know I lost. The producers at The Baker’s Network made it clear we weren’t allowed to let anyone know the final outcome. Those results had to stay hush hush until the show aired. Kris was part of the competition so I was okay with telling him. Plus, there was no way I would go a few months without telling my sister or dear friend. They would eventually drive me bonkers.

  My hand shook as I held it close to the wood surface. I don’t know why I was hesitant to knock. I knew what I wanted. Right as I was about to knock the door flew open. “Oh,” I stepped back.

  “Millie,” Kris was holding an ice bucket against his chest.

  “Hi.” I looked down the hall at my door and wondered if this was a bad idea. “I can come back later if you want?”

  He moved to the side. “No, please, come in.” As I moved past him I glanced down and noticed he was barefoot. “I was just going to grab some ice. I’ll be right back.”

  I watched him leave and took a moment to look around the room. What was I doing? I should’ve gone to my room first and called my sister. Instead I let my hormones talk for me and stopped at Mr. Sexy Pant’s door.

  Right as Kris walked back into the room my phone beeped. I looked down and noticed a message from my sister. “Are you okay?”

  I watched Kris sit the ice bucket down as I typed a response. “We’ll talk later. I’m fine.”

  “Are you with the hot guy already?”

  “Goodbye, Sarah.” My sister knew all about Kris.

  My phone beeped again and I quickly held the down the power button. “Sorry about that.”

  “You don’t have to apologize.” Kris took a few steps forward. “Everyone is probably concerned.” He stopped only inches away from me. “You doing okay?”

  Oddly enough, I was okay. “Yeah.” I nodded. “I mean, it would’ve been awesome to win but it’s fine either way.”

  He reached out and grabbed my hand. “Are you hungry? We can go downstairs and get some dinner.”

  I squeezed his hand. “Let’s stay in.” There was something about this guy. I worked so hard to stay away from men after my shit show of a relationship over six months ago. Something felt different this time though. Kris made me feel things I had never experienced before. He complimented me frequently and put my needs above his own. Most of our conversations were via text message but I still found his kindness addictive.

  We’d avoided kissing since that second day, and every second since that moment I have craved his touch. He was whipping up the perfect recipe combination and making it harder and harder for me to tell myself no.

  Eleven

  Kris

  “Millie.” I brushed my fingers down the side of her face and laced my hand around the back of her neck. “Are you sure you’re not hungry? It was a long day.”

  “I’m hungry… but not for food.” She rested her head against my forearm and closed her eyes.

  Last night when Millie said good night before we hung up, I had the urge to go to her room. Hell, she was only a few doors down. We agreed to wait until after the championship was over, and it took all my strength to stick to that decision.

  “What is it about you that makes me want to whip up a special sugar cookie recipe?” I don’t know why baking something popped in my mind at this moment.

  “Special? What would make this new recipe so unique?” She slowly walked her fingers up the center of my chest.

  “You ignite my creative juices.” I rested my forehead against hers. “You ignite a few other things, too.” We both started to laugh at my admission.

  “That doesn’t answer what would be in this new recipe.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m thinking orange and nutmeg for the flavor combination.”

  “Nutmeg and orange?” Then she paused for a beat. “I can see that. When are you making them? I’ll free up my calendar.”

  I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around her waist. She squealed the moment I picked her up and walked toward the edge of the bed. “You’re helping me make them once we get back to Charlotte.”

  Her eyes went wide. “You want me to help you bake them?”

  “You’re my inspiration. Of course you have to help create them.” I sat her down on the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees. “Millie. Is that short for something?” I pushed my body in between
her legs and rested my forearms on her thighs.

  “It’s short for Millie.” She winked and combed her fingers through my hair.

  “Uh oh, I have a feeling you’re not telling me something.” I tickled her sides. She let out another squeal and jumped back further onto the bed. “Let’s see, Amelia.” I watched her expressions to gage when I got it right. “Emily.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “Camille.” I climbed up on the bed and sat beside her. “Wait, I know. Mildred.” This time her expression went from smug and joking to suddenly serious and maybe annoyed. “That’s it. It’s Mildred.”

  “And you can stop saying it now.”

  “It’s not that bad.”

  “It’s that bad and you know it.”

  I burst out laughing. “Okay, it’s that bad.”

  She slapped my chest. “Now pretend you never figured it out.”

  I wiped my hand across my forehead. “It’s gone. Erased from my memory.”

  “Good, because we have other things to discuss.” She inched closer and rested her legs on my lap.

  “What should we discuss first?” I moved my hand up and down the length of her legs.

  “How you’re wearing too many layers.” She hooked her toe under the hem of my shirt and lifted it up slowly.

  I leaned back and grabbed her foot. “I’m wearing too many layers. What about you?”

  “I thought you could go first.” She sat up and rested her hands on her thighs. “I need to make my daydreams a reality finally.” She pushed at my shoulder. “But you have to stand up and do a little dance.”

  “I don’t dance.” I pulled my shirt up over my head. “So this is the extent of the show.” Then I threw my shirt at her. “Your turn.”

  “You’re no fun.” She hopped up onto her knees and inched closer to me. “You wouldn’t dance even just for me?”

  “We’ll see.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and spun her body around until her back was now lying flat on the mattress. “First, we need to tend to something more important.”

  “Oh,” she giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Tell me more.”

  I leaned up and moved my index finger under the waistband of Millie’s leggings. The moment she bit down on her bottom lip I pulled her leggings off. She had me curious all week. I couldn’t wait another moment, I needed to see all of her and taste that sweet pussy.

  She helped me kick off the leggings and then rubbed her feet up and down my chest. “There’s a look on your face that has me curious,” she said and let her legs fall open.

  “I want more of this.” I cupped my hand over her pussy and bent down to kiss her delicious lips.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” She reached down and looped her fingers around the edges of her panties and slid them off.

  A moan escaped my lips the moment she revealed what I had been craving. “Fuck.” I whispered and inched back on the bed. “I plan to make you come twice, Millie.” Then I rubbed my nose through her curls and inhaled her intoxicating scent. I wanted more. I needed more. Before she had a chance to answer, I dropped my head and dragged my tongue up and down her heated flesh. “Oh sweet Millie, you taste better than any sugar cookie.”

  I lost track of time. Everything about her had me craving more. Then she screamed and I finally lifted my head.

  “Is three times enough?” She was leaning up on her elbows panting heavily. “Kris, you better stop soon.”

  “Oh yeah, why’s that?” I kissed her one last time and then inched up her body. With quick precision I removed her bra and ran my tongue around each taut nipple.

  “Because I need you to fuck me soon.” She pushed her toe into the edges of my jeans and tried to push them down. “The thought of your cock inside me makes me want more.” She brushed her fingers through my hair. “I’ve never come three times in a row before.”

  I moved my body to the side and quickly removed my jeans and boxers. “Never?” I rolled back toward her and pulled her close. “Oh, wait.” I reached behind me and grabbed a condom out of the back pocket of my jeans. “I almost forgot.”

  Millie snatched the condom from my hand and ripped off the edge. “You can’t forget this.”

  She pushed my back onto the mattress and peppered light kisses down my chest. The condom was still in her hand as she made her way down my body. Before I had a chance to get mentally prepared for what was about to happen, she wrapped her lips tightly around my cock.

  This woman had skills. The way she moved her tongue should’ve taken me over the edge. I held on though.

  Finally, she lifted her head and quickly slid the condom down.

  “I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, Millie.”

  The little minx giggled and straddled me. “Until I come. That’s how long.” Then she placed my cock inside her warm and inviting pussy.

  “Fuck me.” I threw my hands over my eyes and moaned. She grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my eyes. Then she leaned down closer. “You are testing me, woman.” I laced my fingers behind her neck and pulled her mouth closer. “And it’s damn sexy.”

  “Is it?” She started to move in and out at such a beautiful rhythm. The way our bodies moved was making it harder and harder to hold on.

  Suddenly her body arched up and she reached her hands back and dug her nails into my thighs. I wrapped my fingers around her hips and helped to increase the movements. “Come for me, Millie.” I closed my eyes and forced myself to wait. As my cock got harder, she cried out and screamed my name. I knew it was okay to finally let go. We enjoyed the moment together, then her body fell against my chest. “I don’t know how I held on for that long.”

  She lifted her head and rested her forearms on me. “You knew it would be amazing if we came together.”

  “That’s true. I did know that.” I brushed a strand of hair away from her eye.

  “We may have lost the competition.” She traced her finger around my nipple. “But I feel like I won this week still.”

  “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

  “I have my very own chef that will make me amazing sugar cookies.”

  “I’ll make you so many.” I reached down and wrapped my arms around her body.

  This week did not go as planned.

  It was so much better.

  Twelve

  Millie

  Two weeks later…

  “Hey, Mr. Sexy Pants.” I held up the sheet pan of prepared sugar cookies. “I need to place an order.”

  “Oh, sorry. I’m too busy.” Kris was adding frosting to a snowflake cutout. “You’ll need to call back in a week.” He finished adding an outline and sat the piping bag on the counter. “Do I need to give you the name of my assistant?” He was doing a great job at keeping a straight face.

  “Oh no you didn’t.” I ran over and wrapped my arms around his waist. He placed his hands on my forearm and burst out laughing. “Thank you.” I rested my head against his chest.

  “For what?” He combed his fingers through my hair which caused my insides to ignite.

  “Just being you.” I lifted my head up and looked into his gorgeous green eyes. “It’s been a long time since I felt this happy. I owe it all to you.”

  “Knock, knock.” Noel said as he and Beckett, Kris’ best friend stepped into the kitchen. “Get a room you two.” Noel covered his eyes.

  “Pick me up later,” Beckett said and plopped down on the bar stool at the kitchen island. “I’m enjoying the show.” I grabbed a cookie from the hot pan I just pulled out of the oven and threw it at Beckett. He jumped up and grabbed the cookie before it fell onto the floor. “Hey, don’t waste good food.”

  “Why are you both here?” Kris grabbed the piping bag. “I told you I was baking with Millie today.”

  “Baking.” Beckett looked over at Noel and put the word in air quotes. “So how much baking have you really achieved today?”

  I held up a plate. “Two dozen complete.”

  “Oh,” Beckett re
ached over and grabbed one.

  “I thought you had to practice for the last holiday baking competition of the season, Noel?” Kris carefully traced around the edges of the cookie with the white royal icing. He stopped tracing and looked over at Noel. “Isn’t the competition in just under four weeks.”

  “Four weeks and two days.” Noel rested his elbows on the counter.

  “Are you ready?” I grabbed the red icing and started to add some lines to a few of the cookies.

  “Yes and no,” he said and dropped his hands onto the counter. “I’m confident my spice cake can win the competition.”

  “But?” I said and continued to add more red icing to a cut-out ornament cookie.

  “I’m competitive and I hate losing.”

  “You and everyone else.” I rolled my eyes.

  “I would hate to lose in front of a live audience.”

  “Seriously.” I shook my head. “You’re nervous because you don’t want to lose in front of hundreds of people?” I dropped the piping bag onto the counter. “Then dropout now because you have a ten percent chance of winning.”

  “Ouch,” Beckett said and took a bite of a cookie. “You’re mean.”

  “She’s being honest.” Kris quickly interjected. “And Noel, if you’re holding back for that reason, then you’re missing out on a great opportunity.”

  “Don’t get all sentimental on me, man.” Noel walked over and slapped Kris on the back.

  “Just shut up and compete,” I said and placed the finished cookie on a plate. “Are you going to help him?” I looked over at Beckett.

  “What? Me? No.” Beckett hopped up from the bar stool, grabbed a cookie, and quickly said good bye.

  “Since he’s my ride, I better get going.” Noel stopped at the door and looked back at us. “Thanks, Millie.”

  “For what?” I scowled because I had no idea why he was thanking me.

  “Maybe I do need to show off my special spice cake recipe.”