Page 68 of Revenge Puck

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AARON

“My cookies?” she asks as if she’s disoriented, like my hand on her thigh has scrambled her brain. She swallows, clearing her throat and glancing up at me as my thumb makes lazy circles over the fabric of her pants.

“Yeah.” I smile. “I want to know what your cookies taste like…”

I’m well aware it sounds like an innuendo, but it’s not. I love something sweet, and I can smell them through the box, probably still fresh and melty.

My favorite.

Juliette nods, braid slipping forward over her shoulder, brushing the curve of her breast.

My gaze drops there before I can stop it, and I watch as she scoots forward on the couch, reaches for the box, flips open the lid, and selects one cookie, finally setting it in my open palm.

I take a bite.

And—

God damn.

It’s fantastic. Crisp at the edges, soft in the middle, chocolate still melting. Rich without being too sweet.

I close my eyes to appreciate it.

When I open them again, she’s watching me like my reaction matters, desperate for validation.

“It’s good?” she asks quietly.

I let out a low breath. “So fucking good.”

I take another bite, savoring it, then glance down at the cookie in my hand—and then at her. “You want a bite?”

She nods, licking her lips.

I tilt the cookie toward her. “Come here.”

Her breath catches, but she leans toward me, shifting closer still, our thighs now pressed together.

I hold the cookie between two fingers and bring it near her mouth.

“Open,” I murmur.

She does.

Her lips part, and she takes a small nibble from the opposite edge, mouth closing, and I watch, spellbound, as she chews. The way her tongue darts out to catch a melting smear of chocolate at the corner of her lips. The cupid’s bow.

The pout of her bottom…

A crumb clings to the gloss on her lower lip.

Without thinking, I reach up with my thumb and brush it away, lingering at the edge of her mouth. I can feel the warmth of her skin. The softness.

Her tongue peeks out again instinctively, grazing the pad of my thumb before she realizes that she’s done it.

My pulse kicks up with that familiar tingling in my lower half.

Juliette lifts her gaze to mine. “Sorry.”