“Umm, what display piece?”
“Think of it like cupcake wars, Olly, but my display piece is for private eyes only. I’ve even raised it to the next level with pyrotechnics.”
“What the fuck are you even talking about right now?”
Jasper grabs my dick, giving it a squeeze against the unforgiving material. “I’m going to frost your cock like finger paint, and then, using only my tongue, I’m going to lick it clean before you explode down my throat.”
Somesaythere’snosuch thing as too much frosting, but are they right? I didn’t realize that baking night was just a prelude to frosting night. A heads up would’ve been nice. Not that it would’ve changed anything. I got to obsess over his frosting-covered cock for two nights straight—and enjoyed every fucking minute of it.
Hearing my name chanted over and over like a rock star stroked my ego. I felt like a sex god, turning this buttoned-up, flannel-wearing man into putty with just the lap of my tongue.
“I really hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but the cupcakes won’t move themselves just by staring at them,” Olly says, breaking me from my sugary daydream.
“But that’s a really long walk, and you didn’tmake any extra.”
We both turn our heads and peer down at the row of uneven ground where the cupcake booth is currently being set up.
“Which is why we brought the wagon.”
I point to his brain. “You are a very smart man,” I say with a little spring in my step and a kiss on his cheek.
“Do you guys need some help?” Dom asks from the Ink Me booth as we walk by, cupcake trays piled high in the wagon.
“No, we’ve got it.”
“Oh, for the love of all things holy, take him! Please!” Mira shouts.
Olly chuckles. “I’m sure I can find something for you to… lift.”
With Dom’s help, we get all 150 cupcakes unloaded quickly. And earn bonus points with Mira. It’s a win-win.
I’m setting down the last box when I look over at Olly and see the worry lines creasing his forehead. This job is a big deal for him.
I see the weight he carries. Even when he thinks no one is paying attention. I see the slumped shoulders, the dark circles under his eyes.
Embracing his confidence in baking and the chance at following his dream with the opening of the bakery weighs him down with guilt. Plus, I know how much he wants to impress Marcus and Jacob, even though I told him a hundred times he didn’t need to.
I stride over to where Olly is setting up the display cases. Thinking he might need a quick minute to himself, I give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to make sure Ink Me doesn’t need any help getting the temporary tattoos set up.” Jaxon was thrilled when I pitched him the idea. Since we can’t give the kids real tattoos, we brought along fake ones.
“Oh, of course. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think that you might have to work at the Ink Me booth. Here I’ve been taking all your time.”
“Olly,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m at your service today. I already told Jaxon I wanted to help you. If they get busy and need an extra set of hands, I’ll jump in. But until then, I’m all yours.”
I stretch onto my toes and give him a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I just thought I would give you a minute in case you needed it.”
He kisses me back and I smile at the openness of Olly and me kissing—in front of everyone—and I don’t care.
“Thank you, but I’m okay. Though you should go check on Ink Me, or even better, I’m pretty sure Jacob is running around with his head cut off. You could always check on him.”
“Nope, nada, did that once. Marcus and I learned our lesson. Now we just stand by in awe as he does his thing… and we don’t touch anything. Think Mira but gayer.”
A whistle blows out in the distance and we both turn our heads at the sound. Speak of the Devil. “Jacob with a whistle and a clipboard. This does not surprise me,” Olly says, followed by a chuckle. “Go.” He gives me another kiss.
“Okay, I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“Yougotthejetpack.What more do you want from me?”
“I’m your boyfriend. I should get certain privileges.”
