With me half dozing off, the hour passes quickly, and before I know it, we’re back on the dock. Luc seems sleepy as well, I must say. I guess the boat had that effect on both of us.
“So, lunch?” he asks me.
If I must, I think to myself, because I know what I’d much rather eat instead. Still, I press the thought down and nod. Not the time, I remind myself.
“Definitely.”
“Nothing too fancy,” Luc says. “My dad doesn’t like it if I leave the shop closed unless it’s an emergency.”
“Then how about lunch on the go?” I ask him.
“Sounds good.”
We end up eating warm baguette sandwiches wrapped in paper, paired with little bottles of sparkling water, sitting side by side on a bench in the sun before heading back to the cake shop.
There, Lucquickly unlocks the door, and I can’t believe my luck when he grabs my hand and pulls me into the back room—or should I call it our regular making-out spot?
It’s a miracle we don’t trip over anything as we rush in. As soon as we enter the room, his mouth catches mine and claims it in a dirty kiss. The images I’d conjured up during the boat ride hit me mercilessly, and I’m instantly hard again. I’ll have to control myself, but maybe I can grant myself some sense of relief. Luc’s not wearing his apron yet, and we’re all alone, meaning I can slide my hands underneath his shirt the way I’ve been waiting to do for so long. When I do, he rewards me with a moan, the vibrations of it traveling from my mouth to my toes. I lower my head and kiss him on the neck, causing his moan to grow more desperate, and I press my hands against his waist. It’s better that way, with his bare skin beneath my fingertips, but it’s not enough. No matter what I do, it’ll never be enough, not until I have him screaming “oui,oui,oui,” in my bedroom as I fuck him.
God, if only I could take him there right now.
“Can’t you get someone to cover your shift?” I ask in between kissing his neck. My voice sounds more desperate than I care to admit.
“No,” he says, panting, and my stomach drops. I let out a frustrated groan against his neck before meeting his gaze. There’s something in his eyes—the same lust I feel—and it stays there as he speaks again. “But meet me here at nine. Don’t be late, not even a second, do you hear me?”
His words excite me. Maybe there’s still a chance I’ll get what I want today. “Okay, gorgeous. I’ll be here.”
Chapter 8: Cody
I arrive at the cake shop too early that evening, at ten to nine. It took all my willpower not to come here hours ago; I’ve never experienced time moving so slowly. It’s maddening how much I want him, and knowing that the feeling is mutual only made the wait more unbearable.
At least I’m here now, but I’m disappointed to find we’re not alone yet. Luc is in the process of helping a customer—an older woman who seems to be in no rush, just my luck.
When Luc sees me, he gives me a pained look, telling me without words that he doesn’t like this either. I stand off to the side, hoping the customer will leave quickly if I stay out of their way. But soon enough, it’s starting to look pointless. The customer’s chatty, and even though I can’t quite understand what she’s saying in French, she seems to be in the mood for small talk. I can tell Luc’s conflicted. On the one hand, he wants her out the door, but on the other, he doesn’t want to cost his father a customer by being rude. Maybe I should intervene after all.
I stand behind the woman and listen. When I hear her talking about the weekend, “fin de semaine,” and her husband, “époux,” I grow confident that she’s not talking about cakes anymore and decide to hurry things along.
I clear my throat, causing the woman to turn around and look at me. Luc stares at me, his gaze hopeful. “I’m here to pick up my order,” I say, using the first excuse that comes to mind.
“Yes, your order,” Luc immediately replies, playing along with me. He then says something to the woman, and I can only imagine he’s apologizing and saying something about having to help me. The lady doesn’t look happy about it, but she mumbles something that sounds like agreement and starts to walk away.
“I’ll get it for you,” Luc says.
And I reply, “Please do. I’m in quite a hurry.” Anything to make it believable.
Only when the shop door closes, and we’re finally alone, do we drop the act and chuckle simultaneously.
“Thanks for that,” Luc says. “She comes in here every week. Sometimes she buys something, sometimes not. She knows my dad, and often enough, she just wants to chat. But this is the first time I’ve had someone to save me.”
“It was my pleasure. Honestly, I did it as much for myself as for you.”
“Right,” he says, his smile turning mischievous. “And why is that?”
“Because I need you alone. You know that.”
His smile confirms it, and what he does next is proof that he’s waited for this moment too. Without another word, he steps away from the counter, heads to the door, and turns the sign to show the shop is closed. He then walks toward me and drags me into the back room. It’s amazing; even before the echo of the closing door has faded, he’s already rewarding me with a hungry kiss. And immediately, it almost feels like no time has passed since this morning.
I wrap my arms around him, letting myself get lost in it. His hunger shows, and I respond to it with my own. It feels like he’s asking me a silent question to give him more, and I want to so badly. With his hands all over me, it doesn’t take long before I feel like I’ll burst again, just like earlier today. My cock’s already stiffening just from his lips on mine and from his touch.
