Page 60 of Harvest Heat

“We’re supposed to work on the pumpkin latte.”

Caleb smiled. “We are, but we could also take the night off. I’m enjoying spending time with you.

Rhys was enjoying it too, maybe too much, and that made him nervous. “We really shouldn’t do that.”

“Okay, but we will stop for dessert. I want that sfogliatella.”

They tried a few tweaks on the pumpkin chocolate chip latte, but they agreed that so far, nothing had improved it.

“Maybe it’s okay like it is,” Caleb said.

Rhys shook his head. “No. It still needs something.”

“Why don’t we eat dessert, then see if we can figure it out.”

He thought Rhys was going to insist they keep working, but he glanced at the bakery box, then back at Caleb. “Okay.”

When they were seated again, Rhys handed Caleb the flaky lobster tail pastry. Caleb bit into it immediately, and cream squirted out. Rhys stared at him wide-eyed, like he wanted to lick the cream off Caleb’s lips. Caleb made a show of swiping his tongue over his mouth to get every bit of the sugary cream.

Rhys sat the almond croissant he’d chosen onto his plate without taking a bite.

“Are you hungry for something else?” Caleb asked.

Rhys sank his teeth into his lower lip. “Maybe, but we’re supposed to work now.”

“I think we’ve done enough for the night.”

“But you’ve got a hockey game tomorrow night, then we’re both going to Jonah’s birthday party.” Jonah was turning thirty, and his family wanted to throw a huge party for him.

“There’s still enough time. We’ve developed two amazing drinks, and we’ve got enough time to improve them. I mean, if you want to work, we can, but⁠—”

Rhys shook his head. “I don’t want to.”

“Good.” Caleb brought his pastry to his mouth, dipped his tongue into the cream filling, and licked some out. Rhys’s mouth fell open, and he gripped the arms of his chair.

“How is that so hot?”

Caleb just smiled, then bit into the confection one more time before setting it down. “I think I’ll finish this later.”

Rhys nodded frantically. “Yes. That’s… yes.”

“You want to go upstairs?”

“Please.”

They tore their clothes off as soon as they were back in Caleb’s apartment. When they climbed into Caleb’s rumpled bed, Caleb pushed Rhys down, then opened his legs and surprised him by swallowing his cock down.

Rhys gasped. “Caleb! Fuck.” He arched up to push further into Caleb’s mouth as Caleb hummed around him. Rhys whimpered in protest when Caleb pulled off him much too soon.

“It’s okay,” Caleb said, running a soothing hand up his torso. “My dick just needs attention too.”

Before Rhys could comprehend that fully, Caleb turned around and straddled his shoulders. His ass was right there in Rhys’s face, so he rose and ran his tongue across Caleb’s hole, making him suck in his breath.

“Suck me,” Caleb ordered.

Rhys took hold of Caleb’s cock and positioned it just about his lips. He lifted his head enough to lap at the precum dripping from Caleb’s slit, then hooked his arms around Caleb’s thighs and pulled him down, drawing his cock deep.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Caleb said, voice hoarse. He wrapped a hand around the base of Rhys’s cock and began to tease him, licking and gently scraping his teeth along Rhys’s shaft before sucking him back in.