His Pickle Her Jam (Cherry On Top Tales #4)

Chapter Fifteen-Buck

Day 7 of Block Party Prepping (3 to go)

I was all but done with pickling for the block party.

Yeah, I could have stayed away from the store, and left Jan to herself.

But why the fuck would I do that?

The woman was irresistible. Too good for me, for sure. But I was addicted and there was no giving her up.

Not for me.

“What are you working on today?” I asked, watching her grate some lemon zest.

“Today I am working on a mixed citrus marmalade with mint and a tequila infusion,” she said, with a gorgeous grin on her lips.

“Damn, that sounds good,” I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.

I loved the feel of her, so soft and supple beneath my hands. I just couldn’t stop touching this woman.

“Mm, don’t distract me, I have work to do,” she said, and I smiled, kissing her neck before stepping back.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Jan Baby. Now, do your best. I expect a good competition.”

“And good is what you’ll get. So good, I’m going to win,” she sassed.

My dick was so hard, it was almost painful. But I knew she needed to work, so I contented myself with plans for later.

Leaving her to it, I went to the front room to do another round of scrubbing before the block party.

I had to do something to get my mind off Jan. Just counting the hours until I was buried inside her wasn’t enough.

Goddamn, I was an addict where she was concerned.