Werecake

EXCERPT:
“Don’t worry, little cake, I’m getting you out of here,” she whispered.
Chase carried the cake in both hands to maintain its equilibrium. The thought of one of the dazzling little stars bouncing away on the plastic floor of the supermarket was agonising. People passing her looked strangely zombified under the fluorescent lighting, and she stared at them suspiciously as she queued. For once she was able to totally ignore the trashy magazines. The baby-scares and possibly-fat celebrities slid off her optic nerve without making an impact. She had eyes only for the cake.
When she finally made it to the counter she didn’t put it down on the conveyor belt. Instead she suspended it at eye-height in front of the pimple-faced cashier, and gave him a bright and encouraging smile.
“This didn’t have a plastic wrap, but I want it anyway.” She beamed.
“Uhuh.” The kid squinted at her for a second, possibly scanning for insanity. Then he shrugged, punched something on his register.
“Three dollars. Do you want a bag?”

ADULT EXCERPT:
“Fair enough.”
The scent of his breath was warm and sweet as it brushed her face. Chase stood on her toes, let her hands slide up across the tense muscle of his chest, slip around his neck, twine through the soft dark tangle of his hair. Their lips met in a sudden, electric jolt. His fingers traced lines of sparks over her body and his tongue slipped eagerly between her wet, parted lips. Chase’s mouth tingled, filled suddenly with the warm taste of butter and cinnamon sugar, and she pressed closer still. Their bodies melded to each other. His broad chest rose and fell with each shuddering breath and he clutched her to him with strong arms, holding her up so his lips could move eagerly against hers. The towel drifted gently to the ground – Chase felt the hot pressure of his rising cock against her hip and felt a thrill go through her. This perfect man wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him.
He broke the kiss, only to lick and brush down the skin of her neck. She felt a hot, rough hand slipping the strap of her top from her shoulder and peeling the fabric down. The cup of her exposed bra crushed against his chest until he unhooked it, lifted and slipped it away in a single smooth motion. Chase’s ripe breasts spilled free into his waiting grasp. His hands moved tenderly over them, kneading, her nipples responding to the sudden heat by rising eagerly against his stroking fingertips. She gasped as he brushed and tugged, feeling the nerves come alight in sudden flares of pleasure.