“So good,” I managed. “No one’s ever done that for me before.”
“Well,” Harvey murmured, moving in close so his lips were almost brushing my ear. “I’m gonna do it again. Later,” he promised, squeezing my hip. “After we’ve dealt with this problem-slash-emergency.”
I swallowed past a lump in my throat, cock twitching even though I’d just come. How could Harvey be sohot? This wasn’t fair at all.
“Okay,” I said. “Lemme throw on pants.”
17
Harvey
“But can’t you—no,I understand that, but I’ve been a customer for—could you—I’d like to talk to—right. Right, of course. That’s.... Yeah,” Iggy said into the phone, squeezing the pencil he was holding so tight I was afraid he’d snap it in two.
The bakery he got all his cakes and pastries from hadn’t delivered this morning, and they’d refused to talk to Dante. A call from the cabin hadn’t yielded any results, so now poor Iggy was trying to get through to them from the shop, alternating between pacing and looking forlornly at the empty display case.
“Thank you,” he said through gritted teeth. “Yeah, you too,” he added just before hanging the phone up. “Asshole.”
I wasn’t sure whether to go to him or hang back.
I knew this was my fault. Iggy hadn’t put his weekly order in because he’d been in the hospital, and he’d been in the hospital because of me.
“No luck?” I asked, not wanting to poke an unhappy bear, but wanting to soothe him if I could.
“They’ll deliver tomorrow,” he said. “Which doesn’t help me today. I guess it’s not the end of the world, but…”
“What if I helped?” I asked.
We’d talked about my baking last night. I was a little rusty, but I could still handle some basics. And I felt guilty enough that I would’ve tried to get Iggy the moon right now.
A few cakes seemed like a small thing.
“Helped?” Iggy raised an eyebrow.
“You need cake, I know how to make it. You’ve got a kitchen back there. Seems like an easy problem to solve.” I shrugged.
“I can’t ask you to do that,” Iggy said.
“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” I reached out to tuck an escaped strand of hair behind his ear. “This is my fault. Let me make it right? We were talking about how much I missed baking last night. Besides, isn’t this the kind of thing a loving fiancé would do?”
I hadn’t intended anything like this to be part of the agreement when I’d come up with it, but Iggy was in distress, and I didn’t want to see him that way. Not if I could help it.
“Well, when you put itthatway…” Iggy glanced over at the empty display case again.
“You’d be doing me a huge favor,” I said, pushing to convince him. “I’ve never been allowed to play in a real commercial kitchen. You’ve got the stainless steel worktops and everything.”
“We do have those,” Iggy agreed. “I never use the kitchen, you’ve seen what happens when I try to bake.”
“You only set one potholder on fire,” I encouraged. “It wasn’tthatbad.”
“You’re too nice to me,” Iggy said, tilting his chin to look up at me.
He looked so tired, after being so bright and happy this morning. I wanted to put the smile back on his face.
And I knew exactly how to do it.
I kept his chin tilted up with one knuckle, leaning in close enough for my lips toalmosttouch his, teasing him.
Iggy made a needy sound that went straight to my dick.
