The Professor (Book 2)

Favorite Cake (Bonus Scene)

"And how exactly did you bribe Jean into letting us do this?"

With a wry smile, I watched as Harry folded up his sleeves, coming up beside me where I was laying out all of the ingredients on the counter.

"I promised him he could make whatever menu he wanted for our wedding," I told, hearing Harry sigh deeply. "Just as long as he left the cake to us."

"A decision I'm sure we'll regret later," Harry murmured, coming up behind me and placing a kiss against my throat.

I couldn't help but moan softly as I melted into Harry's touch, feeling his arms loop around my waist and hold me closely, his lips still feathering along my neck.

In truth, I didn't care much about the food. I knew Jean would make something amazing. He had never disappointed in the past, so I knew whatever marvelous creation he came up with, we'd love it. But as for the wedding cake... I had been very specific in my request for that.

"So how do you want to do this?" Harry finally spoke, squeezing my waist softly. "It's already 8:30PM, we should get started unless you want to spend all night here."

"Who says I don't?" I teased, but then reached for the flour. "Measure six cups of flour into a bowl for me, I'll get started on the wet ingredients. Try not to get it all over the table."

Harry chuckled shortly, before pressing a last kiss to my neck. "Yes, chef."

And that's how our late night wedding cake bakery began. Harry was diligent in measuring and followed my orders to the T, while I made sure to crack the eggs and scrape the vanilla beans evenly into the wet batter. By the time the batter was ready to be poured into molds and shoved into the oven, only half an hour had passed.

"Alright, the timer is set," I announced, placing the little electronic timer on the counter next to the oven. "In about 30-40 minutes, we should have perfectly baked red velvet cakes ready to cool off. In the meantime, we should get started on the frosting and the decorations."

"Ah," Harry came up behind me again, leaning down to my ear. "This part I remember well."

My cheeks reddened at the delicious memory currently replaying in my mind. Harry's lips pressed a featherlight kiss right behind my ear, telling me he was thinking the exact same thing as I was.

"I should... do the... cream," I breathed out with difficulty as Harry lips continued to pepper small, yet hot kisses up and down the column of my neck. "And, ah... you can do the..."

"Strawberries?" His voice rumbled darkly in my ear.

It would appear I was already done with my task; a load of cream had just flooded my panties at the sound of Harry's sultry voice echoing against my skin.

"Yes," I swallowed hard, trying to remember how humans functioned again. "Yes. Uh, you grab the strawberries and I'll, uhm, do the cream."

Harry chuckled knowingly at my frazzled voice, no doubt giving away my arousal. Still, I did my best to resume my bossy attitude as Harry traveled towards the strawberries on the counter while I buried my hot face in the fridge in search of cream.

It would be a miracle if I made it through tonight without giving in to my impulses. Our wedding was tomorrow evening, and I had been saving up my energy for the wedding night. Besides, I couldn't very well be limping down the wedding aisle, could I?