“I know. I’m glad I’m doing it too. In fact, I got an order for 150 cupcakes that I’m making for a children’s carnival. It’s this amazing organization called The Matthew House. They work with LQBTQ+ kids.”
“The kids will love them. You are a very talented baker, Olly, but that sounds like a lot of cupcakes. How are you going to make them all?” She laughs.
“I have no idea,” I sigh. “I’m just gonna have to spend all day and night baking. With the new mixer, I hope to get it done faster.”
“New mixer? What happened to Juan?”
“Well, Juan decided his days of shaking his hips were over. I was sad to see him go. Ricardo is a bigger and newer version.”
“Oh, Ricardo. The name is fitting.”
“Thanks. That was Jasper’s doing.”
“Jasper? Would this be the same Jasper you’ve been talking about for months?”
“I haven’t been talking about him for months. He wasa friend.”
“Wasa friend. Does that mean he’s no longerjusta friend?” she prods.
We haven’t really labeled what we’re doing, but I think we both can admit that this is more than just fooling around. Emotions are involved.
“He’s someone I consider more than a friend. But we haven’t talked about it yet.”
“Um, if he buys you expensive mixers named Ricardo, that classifies you as more than friends.”
A grin crosses my face. I’m doing a lot of that lately. “Yeah, I know.” I sigh like a lovesick fool. Ugh, there’s that word again.
“Seriously, Olly, I’m so proud of you and I can’t wait to watch you follow your dreams. Have you thought about a name for the bakery yet?”
“No. But it’s like grandpa always said. You’ll know when you know.” We both laugh.
“Please, just don’t call it The Bakery.”
“I won’t, I promise.” I sigh again. “For the first time in a long time, I’m really happy, Emma.” If she was here, she would totally make fun of the dopey grin that’s on my face.
I startle when I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. “Hey, Emma. I’m gonna have to let you go.”
“Okay, but call me when you hear more about the building, and good luck with the carnival.”
“I will. Love you,” I say, my eyes never leaving the sexy man leaning in my doorway. “Jasper.”
I round the kitchen island, not stopping until I’m standing right in front of him. “Thank you,” I say, tears threatening to make another appearance.
I cup both sides of his face and kiss him with every ounce of my being. The taste of strawberries and the smell of cotton candy fill my senses, bringing familiarity with it.
His arms circle around my waist as he deepens the kiss. He moans and I swallow it down. My cock twitches at the delicious sound, thinking of all the other ways I can drag that sound out of him.
I pull away, and we both whimper like fools. “We have to stop. Otherwise, I’m never going to make all the cupcakes in time.”
“Right, we wouldn’t want a repeat of frost-a-cock.”
I chuckle. “Well, I do, but it needs to wait until after 150 cupcakes are baked… and frosted.”
He arches an eyebrow.
“Cupcakes, Jasper. Frosting the cupcakes.”
“Well, good thing I came to help.” He kisses my cheek as he moves around me. “The faster we get it done, the faster I get to work on my display piece.”
