Paper Stars Rewritten ✨ Excerpt

✨EXCERPT: PAPER STARS REWRITTEN by @jennilynnwyer is coming March 18!

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“I think you may have gone overboard on the pudding cups.”

I fake gasp in horror. “You will not speak such sacrilege in my kitchen.”

He glances over his shoulder and grins. “What I have planned for the pudding cups will most definitely be sacrilegious. Where are your cold cuts?”

“I could make such a dirty comment, but I won’t. Middle drawer.” I hop onto the counter, the cold granite suctioning to my bare ass. Not the most pleasant sensation. “I want spicy mustard on my sandwich,” I say as I eye the growing pile of fruit, cheese, and deli meat on the counter.

He turns around, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not making a sandwich. We’re playing a game.” He steps closer, fitting himself between my legs.

“What kind of game involves half the stuff from my fridge?”

“The best kind. Close your eyes.”

I give him a skeptical look. “If this is some trick to make me eat something weird, you’re in trouble.”

“No tricks.”

With a huff of amusement, I eventually oblige and close my eyes, my heart fluttering slightly from the anticipation of whatever he has planned.

“No peeking.”

“I won’t.”

With my eyes shut, sound becomes amplified. He moves around the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers. I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, the snick of a knife against a cutting board, and my curiosity grows.

He comes back, his body heat between my legs thrumming a delicious ache. “You ready?”

“Yes.” My reply comes out breathless. There’s something very seductive about giving over control to him.

“Open.”

I part my lips and feel the cool, crisp sweetness of an apple hit my tongue. “Honeycrisp,” I say with a satisfied smile as I chew.

“How can you tell?”

“It’s my favorite.” Clumsily, I reach out and grab his wrist, bringing the rest of the apple to my mouth. 

“What about this?” he says. His hands rest lightly on my waist and draw me closer. I feel the soft press of his mouth against mine—gentle at first, then more demanding. “How do I taste?” he whispers.

“Decadent. Perfect. Mine.”

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