Chapter 37

Simon picked up one of our clean rubber-coated spatulas and motioned for me to walk to his side. “Bend over,” he said, his voice taking on that low, husky moan he gets when he’s horny. “Bend over and touch your toes.”

“Now?” I asked.

He nodded.

“We’ve only got twelve minutes,” I reminded him. “Set the timer.”

Swallowing hard, I set the timer on our stove and then hurried to his side. He crossed his arms and waited, and slowly I bent over and offered him my bare ass.

“Pretty thing,” he said, staring at me, moving the string of the apron aside to further admire my nakedness. “How often do you cook in the nude?”

“Just when I’m baking,” I whispered, bending over as far as I could, feeling my hair tickling my toes. “I only like to bake naked.”

“So every time we’ve had cookies...”

“Yes, and cakes, and zucchini bread—”

He ran one hand over my ass, then gave me a light slap. “That seems sort of naughty to me.”

I could see the tips