“Exhausting.” He slung his bag onto a nearby chair. “Customers were getting boozy, which I guess was good for tips, but a group of ladies tried to convince me to ‘show them my arrows’ after my shift.”
I reached for him. “Oh my gosh. They took that cupid thing way too seriously. Were you okay?”
“Oh yeah. I told them I’d already found my ‘Psyche.’ Though, I didn’t tell them whatshehit me with.” He wagged his brows.
I’d never live that down. “Did they even know who Psyche was?”
“No, so I started saying ‘lady.’ But thankfully, most people were more focused on their dates. We even had a couple of proposals. I had to talk them out of putting their rings in cake or champagne glasses. Last thing we need is a choking hazard.”
“That wouldn’t be very romantic,” I agreed, brushing a chocolate-dipped strawberry across his lips.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’ll be an expert by the time you’re ready for me.”
“WhenI’mready? Are you saying you’re ready?” I grinned and played with the fluffy hair at the nape of his neck as he finished his snack.
“I don’t have a ring. But I did bring you a gift.”
“Oh, Angel, you didn’t have to get me anything. I thought we agreed on the cake.” And his ‘big tip.’
“To be fair, I didn’t buy it specifically for Valentine’s Day.” He retrieved a pretty pink box from his bag.
It was perfume. “‘Secret Valentine,’” I realized. The same one he’d purchased that first day I’d helped him at The Closette. “But didn’t you get this for—”
“The woman I loved.” He flashed me a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t really going to give my mom perfume that reminded me of my crush. My intention and hope was I’d have a reason to present it to you at some point. So, here it is. And here we are.”
“Here we are.” I delicately pulled the bottle from the box to spray it on my wrist and neck, rubbing all the sensitive spots until my nerve endings tingled with intense anticipation.
Angel nuzzled into my skin and sighed deeply. “Just as good as I remember.”
“Not too sweet?” I teased.
“Not for me. You’re heavenly.” His lips brushed the nape of my neck, sending a pulse of desire through my veins.
I shivered and held him closer. “Well, Angel, if you don’t mind gifts that benefit both of us…”
“What did you get?” he asked, pressing tiny kisses along my collar.
“You’ll see.” I slipped away, my fingertips lingering on his skin, and he followed me.
We had a lovely little dinner where we kept finding reasons to brush against one another. My cheeks ached from smiling and my body tingled from excitement. It didn’t matter if we had sex tonight. Just being with him was the ultimate treat. Although the cake he brought was very tasty. Especially when he fed it to me.
After we’d both finished, I licked my lips. “Okay, I’m going to freshen up. Meet me in the bedroom?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m just gonna grab something from the car.” He smiled, his eyes dark with intent, though I couldn’t fully understand why. Maybe he was restocking our condom supply.
I wiped myself off in the bathroom and changed into my lingerie, double-checking for any makeup or deodorant smudges via my reflection. It was the least functional underwear I’d ever worn. Very cheeky. Very cute.
“Angel? Are you ready for me?” I called, tip-toeing toward the bedroom.
“Oh, I’m ready,” he said.
I dramatically waltzed into the room only to stumble at the sight of my boyfriend’s silhouette.
Angel was naked. And glistening.
Naked except for the pair of costume cupid wings.
He liberally applied the massage oils I’d left on the table, creating a tantalizing sheen over the delicious planes of his body. His soft breathing and heavy-handed strokes stilled as he turned toward me, his wings catching the low light.
