He licked his way back up to kiss me, taking my mouth as he filled me with his cock. I whimpered and strained against him as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over me. My body was still trembling as Owned finished soon after.
“If I could bottle that up and sell it,” I said against his neck, “I'd be richer than you!”
*
All I wantedto do was lie in Owen's bed and have him do that thing with his tongue again and again. But the bake-off called. Literally.
“Heller?” I mumbled into the phone when it rang early the next morning.
“Where are you?” Morticia said.
“Uh, half on Owen’s cock,” I said, shifting my legs. “Why do you ask?”
“You can't see me, but I'm crossing myself right now,” she said. “We have to go shopping.”
“I'm going to be perfectly honest with you: I drank a lot of alcohol last night,” I said.
Owen sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Even after sleeping and copious amounts of sex, he still looked like the god of winter. I, however, had a Santa hat literally glued to my hair with a combination of hair spray, chocolate, and lord knew what else.
Owen pressed a kiss to my neck.
“I need to wash my hair,” I complained.
“I know,” Morticia said smugly. “That's why I woke you up an hour and a half early.”
*
After spendingthe next forty-five minutes using a variety of cleansers to get the chocolate out of my hair, I made it down to the lobby just in time. There were only four of us left: me, Fiona, Amber, and Jamila. Rita had been sent home the night before. She hadn’t been able to make enough of her coconut cream pie snowmen.
“You think I didn't see you,” Amber hissed in my ear when we assembled. “I see everything. I'm always watching him.”
“Okay, Ms. Creepy,” I said, slurping my peppermint mocha latte and wishing I were back in bed with Owen. It was Saturday. Why did I have to be out on a Saturday? And so early too.
“I'm going to make you an herb compress for your face,” Morticia said. “You look puffy.”
“Thanks, dear friend, for that confidence boost.”
“Also, I'm going to make an herb bath for your hoo-ha. It's seen a workout. And if you're putting cupcakes, cookies, and God knows what else down there, you need to clean it out.”
“It's self-cleaning.”
“Not that self-cleaning,” she said. “I have a good recipe I got from the old Korean lady down the street from me.”
I needed a showstopping dessert to win. On the walk to the store, I deleted several nasty email and text messages from the credit card companies about all the debt I had accrued.
Millions of people were watchingThe Great Christmas Bake-Off, and I had new people signing up for my subscription baking box every day. Even though I had more customers, I was nowhere near breaking even, let alone turning a profit.
“Ugh, it was such a stupid idea,” I said, loading up on apples in the grocery store.
“Maybe you can start a new business,” Morticia suggested.
“I did have this idea for candy-cane dildos.”
“Or Penny might give you a job. Your videos drive a lot of traffic to theVanity Ragwebsite. You could do a little baking channel.”
“I should probably try and get a real job,” I said dejectedly. “And start chipping away at my debt.” I took a breath. “Or maybe I'll win the bake-off. I made it this far, right?”
“You're spending a lot of time with Owen. Don't let him distract you,” Morticia warned.
