I’m about to come…unglued. Everything about this is sexy as hell. I’ve never been one to mix food and sex, but I’m regretting that now. We finish the plain samples, and then April brings out one last silver tray with thin slices of decorated cakes, most with layers of filling inside.
“These are some of our most popular pairings,” April is saying, but I tune her out.
As Brooklyn nods along, my cock twitches. She’s going to kill me with this sampler. I’ll either end up walking out just to control myself, or I’m going to fuck her right here on the table.
April continues her breakdown of each slice of cake, and I don’t give a flying fuck, but I pretend like I do. Somehow, I hold my composure together…until Brooklyn runs the tip of her finger over a thin ribbon of strawberry champagne filling and sucks it off with a wet little smack, her eyes catching mine as she dips the tip between her lips for a final little suck.
My chest has gone tight, my cock thrumming with unreleased lust. April gets into the nitty gritty of cake toppers and decoration options and I find myself nodding along, agreeing to things I’m not fully aware I’m agreeing to. Finally, April sets down a single fat slice of traditional looking wedding cake, white on white, with a delicate rose made of frosting on top.
“This is the fun part!” She claps her hands and gestures that we should stand. I quickly adjust myself under the table before rising. Brooklyn gives me a cursory glance and then watches April with interest. I feel the weight of how my fiancée keeps her attention off me, noticing how much effort she puts into keeping her distance.
April cuts the cake in two and then pushes Brooklyn and I closer together. She has us link arms and winks as we get cozy with our arms entwined in the obligatory “feed each other cake” pose. Then she places a neat chunk of cake in each of our hands.
“Nothing like a little fun practice!” She cheers a little and stands back, watching us like an apt teacher waiting for her students to make her proud.
Brooklyn clears her throat, avoiding my gaze. I lean closer to her, smelling her scent mixed with the sweetness of the cake. A dark stirring begins like a whirlwind inside me.
“Do we get to practice the wedding night, too?” I ask quietly.
Her eyes fly to mine, lips parting in surprise. I want to see if her nipples are hard beneath that damn sweater, but I can’t look away from her mouth as I slide the cake in. She takes it softly, intently, her lips pressing against my fingers with a warmth I feel all the way to my balls.
She hurriedly feeds me my cake and then breaks away to grab a napkin. April gives a pleased laugh and removes the platter. Brooklyn turns her back to me and wipes her mouth. I will her to turn around, but she doesn’t. She’s hiding her body’s reaction to me. I felt it in the way her breath hitched and her body heat jacked a few degrees.
She wants me.
And she’s fighting it.
Her cunt and her tits are all in, but her heart and head are not. Those are things I can’t change through will alone, and I certainly can’t rush.
I let out a breath. Wanting her won’t kill me. If she wants to keep things platonic, fine. But she’s going to learn real quick that being this sexually frustrated brings out the real asshole in my personality.
I guess she’ll just have to learn to live with it.
Brooklyn
Chapter 14
Someone needs to remind me ASAP why I can’t jump my fiancé.
He looks so drop-dead sexy in his gray Armani tux that my thong just got instantly soaked. Luka adjusts his tie in the entryway mirror, his legs spread apart as he commands his space with sexy, masculine grace. I watch his hand as he works the knot in his tie, recalling those strong fingers near my mouth as he fed me cake. How I’d wanted to wrap my lips around them and suck the frosting off. How it had taken all of my self-control to act like I wasn’t interested.
He turns to look at me as if he can read my thoughts, his hand falling slowly away from the base of his throat. Silently, he fully faces me, and a wicked grin transforms his face into pure, unadulterated playboy.
I enjoy the appreciation and desire on his face. I’d chosen my outfit for Danica Rose’s official launch party very carefully. We’d talked briefly about matching in some way to show off how in love we are and all that, so I’m wearing a silvery gray silk halter dress with a plunging neckline, balanced by a floor-length hem and a single slit that goes up one thigh. Side by side, I’m sure we’ll look like the perfect pair. We’ve decided to bethatcouple.
It’s good not only for our image, but for DRM’s as well. We’re the united front of a new chapter in the Zoric empire’s story. One with a brand new name and a brand new set of faces, that doesn’t include Konstantin and the stain he created. Tonight is all about the company moving forward, with Luka and me at the helm of its publicity shift.
This is our first major public appearance since the engagement was announced, though, and I’m practically buzzing with nerves.
The unabashed hunger in Luka’s eyes makes my stomach clench even harder. I can’t hold back the grin that tugs at my lips. I’m glad he’s having such a strong reaction to me. Christ, it was all I could do to hold back at the cake tasting the other day. Teasing him hadn’t been entirely intentional then…but now? I’ll admit I’d chosen this dress because I knew he’d love it.
I also left my hair straight tonight so it falls to my waist, begging to be touched. Perfect cat’s eye liner and nude lips let the subtle sheen of my curve-hugging outfit take center stage.
“You’re drooling,” I scold Luka with a smile as I approach him on four-inch heels. I may want to keep a wall between us sexually, but it’s still fun to be lighthearted with him.
“Can you blame me? Come here and let me get a better look at you.”
I hesitate to get too close. If he touches me, I’m going to give in to what my body wants so much. I stop a few feet in front of him and do a slow turn while tossing a sultry look over my shoulder. His fingers flex as if he’s holding himself back from reaching out. Breaking through his hesitation, he skims his fingers down my arms, causing tingles to race over me.
