Bafflement sealed my mouth closed, but as I opened the passenger-side door for him, I blurted, “Why?”
He groaned and rubbed his forehead. “Forget it.”
After he was situated, I went around to my side, settled in on the red leather seat, and then pushed the button to start the engine. I always loved the smell of a good car, but it was even better as my cologne mixed with Maurice’s. I shifted in my seat as my cock plumped and I sucked in a deep breath.
Distraction, I need a distraction.“I can’t let it go. I love baked goods. What if I order cake for dessert? I need to know if I’m ruining us before we begin.” I winked at him.
He picked at his seat belt and adjusted it. “This isn’t a real date, so don’t worry. Where are we going?”
I put the car in gear but didn’t move from the spot. “Answer my question? Please? You can’t say something like that, then not tell me.”
He flushed and I loved that look on him, but not the pained wince that followed. “Do you really want to know?”
“It’s cake. How does cake ruin a relationship?”
He stared at me with hooded eyes. “I started lifting, which I still do a few days a week for fun. I know you can’t tell.”
“Actually, I can. Your shoulders look really good. You’re solidly built.”
He grinned. “Thanks.”
I reached over and tapped his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and he swatted at me with a laugh. “How do we get from here’s some German chocolate cake to farewell?”
He hummed. “That is a good pick. Do you like it?”
“Doesn’t everyone love chocolate?”
He chuckled and settled back against the seat.
“Maurice! I don’t demand much of you—”
He raised an eyebrow in my direction.
“But you have to tell me what happened. You, sir, are a tease.”
“He didn’t like me working out.” Maurice lowered his chin and raised his eyebrows as if he thought that would be all I needed to figure out the situation.
I slapped the steering wheel. “Why? Was it taking up a lot of your free time?”
Maurice continued to scrutinize me as if he thought I was a few bulbs short of a pack.
I tried to pinpoint where I’d gone wrong in my reasoning. “What?”
“He was a chaser.”
The bulb flashed on, but I still didn’t get the entire issue. “As in, he likes cuddle bears?”
He grinned, and I was relieved he wasn’t looking at me like I was mentally deficient. “Cuddle bears?”
I shrugged. “You’re a bear but younger.”
“Not that young. You think I look cuddly?” He patted his belly.
I gripped the steering wheel with both hands.Yes, you would fit in my arms nicely.“We were talking about cake.”
“And cookies. And lemon bars. And cinnamon ice cream. And pralines.” He closed his eyes, but after a moment he was staring me down again.
“Yum.”
