“You do know that this car was made to my exact specifications. There’s no other car in the world like it.”
“I’m one-of-a-kind as well, so it’s a perfect combination. Besides, this is a party emergency.” She held out her hand. “Now gimme.”
I sighed. Shedidhave a point.
“Fine.” I handed the key to her.
“I get to drive the Batmobile, yay,” she cheered. “How much does this thing go for anyway? A mil?”
I snorted in response. “Times ten, give or take.”
Emilia froze. “Wait.What?”
“It’s fine. I trust you.”
I gave her a quick overview of how the thing worked since it had a lot of differences from a regular car and we started our journey.
Twenty minutes later both usandthe cake arrived at the bakery, in a drive that would have taken me easily half an hour. Watching her, you’d have thought Emilia was born behind the wheel. She really was magic. We eased the cake out of the back seat and walked it in together.
“You know, that was really fucking hot,” I said in a low voice, right before we got to the black and white striped awning.
“What?”
“You driving my car. You figured it out quickly, and you handled it like a boss. And it’sstick!”
She winked at me as she grabbed the door. “I know what to do when I grab something hard.”
Damn it. There was no way we could fuck in my car, but maybe I could find a room we could duck into back at Harrison’s?
Jeanie the baker was ready for us, with a big silver bowl of buttercream next to vials of food coloring. Emilia and I excused ourselves while she got to work.
There was no one in the anteroom between the kitchen and the front of the house so I pushed Emilia against the wall.
“Wha—?” She yelped her surprise.
“Shhh,” I cautioned. “I just need a little nibble. You’ve got me so fucking turned on.”
“From driving?” Emilia laughed.
“From everything,” I replied as I leaned closer to nip her neck. “The way you handled the mess with the cake, the way you drove my car, how you looked while doing it, this sexy dress,” I slid my hand beneath the hem to caress her thigh.
“Drew,” she scolded me, but she didn’t move away. “Wecan’t.”
I continued kissing and biting her neck while my hand inched up her thigh. She was right—we reallycouldn’tdo anything here beyond some teasing, but if I could’ve guaranteed that no one would interrupt us I’d pin her to the wall and have her right here.
We heard a clatter from the back and sprang apart. No surprise, I was rock hard, and Emilia’s face was pink.
“When I get you home tonight…” I threatened with a smile.
Home. Yeah, knowing she was going home with me felt right.
“What are you gonna do?” Emilia teased.
“Everything. I’m going to strip you down and worship you in ways you can’t even comprehend. I’m going to take my?—"
Jeanie popped her head out from behind the door. “Last chance; do you want to see the frosting color?”
I stepped behind a baker’s rack filled with pans to hide my raging hard on. “My sister-in-law asked us to keep it a secret.”
