I shrug. “I had to go deliver the wedding cake and I was already running late. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to do something that could get you into trouble. He isn’t worth it.” I reach up and hold his hand to my face. “Promise me that you won’t do anything.”

He steps closer to me, bringing our bodies’ only inches apart and allowing me to wrap my legs around him. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“Reese.”

“No, love.” He kisses me quickly, shutting me up before he continues. “I can’t and I won’t let anybody hurt you. He’ll never touch you again. That I can promise you.”

I nod slightly. The truth of the matter is, I like that he cares about me enough to want to protect me. And Reese is smart. He won’t do anything that could fuck with the career that he’s worked so hard for. I shouldn’t worry about this.

“Okay, but can we go back to the frosting now?” I ask, seeing his eyes light up at the memory of it.

He nods slowly, the desire sparking back into the green pools that glare at me.

Oh this is going to be fun.

Nine

I’m lying completely naked on my work bench, my thighs clamped tightly together in anticipation as Reese continues to remove his clothing. I’d never realized until now just how sexy it is to watch a man undress. But I’m quickly realizing that whatever this man does, he does it in a very sexy way. I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch him pull his T-shirt off with one hand, revealing his brilliantly sculpted upper body. I moan softly at the sight of him and catch his attention, seeing his lips curl up in the corner. His boxers come down with his jeans and he steps out of them, grabbing the bowl of frosting that he had placed on a nearby stool before he moves towards me. His hand grips my thigh and spreads it open, giving himself room to settle between my legs. I feel the tip of him push against my clit and I whimper.

“Now, where should I begin?” His eyes run down my body and he smiles wickedly.

“You can begin with sticking that big dick in me,” I answer, wiggling against him to give me some relief. Christ almighty, he feels amazing.

He chuckles and bends forward. “Somebody’s greedy. Did you not get yourself off well enough?” He drops his head and kisses between my breasts. “You should have let me in when I told you. I would have made you come so hard you wouldn’t be begging for my cock just yet.” He holds out his hand to lift me so that I’m now sitting up, my eyes doing a quick rundown of his body and seeing him notice it.

“Yes, you caught me, I was looking but I can’t help it.” I lean back onto my hands and stick my chest out. “Now, get busy.”

“Are you always so bossy?” he asks as he dips his finger into the frosting and spreads a generous amount onto each erect nipple. I try to keep still as best I can but am quickly getting worked up. But let’s be honest here, I’ve been worked up from this man since I fell into his lap. He looks so concentrated, so meticulous with his pattern he’s drawing on me that it makes me vibrate with silent laughter against his hands. “Stop squirming.” He scoops another glob out of the bowl and trails it down the center of my stomach, swirling the pink sugariness onto my clit. I bite my lip to keep from jerking, watching him set the bowl onto the wood next to me and step back, admiring his creation.

“You like?” I ask, my eyes glued to his massive erection that I am aching to jump on.

His hand strokes his jaw as he studies me. “Fuck yes.” His eyes flick up to mine and I clutch the edge of the work bench with my hands. Shit, his sex stare could melt me like a candle. Moving quickly to bridge the space between us, his hand grips my head and crashes my mouth against his. He’s rough, swiping into my mouth with his tongue, his breath hot and minty on my face. We’re all lips, tongues and bursts of air as he sucks and bites my lip, the tiny pain of it fueling my desire for him. Breaking away to ease me back onto the wood, his tongue darts out and licks the icing off my left breast.

“Oh yes.” I tangle my hands into his hair as he strokes my nipple with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard before releasing it.

“Mmmm, you taste almost too good.” His mouth moves to my right breast where he licks it clean before flicking my nipple, earning himself a deep cry from my core. He sits up and stares down at me. “Now what?” he asks and I know the look on my face is one of pure delight. Was I in control of this?

“Lick me.”

“Be specific, love.”

I sit up quickly and wrap my hand around his cock, hearing a sharp gasp from him as he grabs my neck. He shakes his head and removes my hand gently, causing me to frown.

“Not yet.” He guides me back down onto my back and I playfully try to reach him as he bats my hands away. “You were telling me to lick you and I want to know where.”

I smirk. “You know exactly where.”

He shrugs and slowly begins tracing my belly button, moving the icing around and causing my stomach to clench. “Where, Dylan?” Good Lord, the man is persistent. I wish I found that to be anything but a major turn on.

Okay, I can do this. I clamp my eyes shut. “Reese, please lick my pussy until I come in your mouth and then fuck me until I can’t walk.” Slowly peaking one eye open, I find a very amused man staring down at me with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. I can’t help but laugh. “You’re a pervert.”

“So are you.” Dropping in front of me, he latches onto my clit and sucks hard. I groan loudly and arch my back, feeling his hands grip my ankles and plant my feet flat down on the wood. I’m completely open to him and go to drop my feet off the sides when he holds them in place.

“Move and I stop.”

I stare down my body and look into his bright green eyes. “Seriously?” I shake my head quickly. Crap. I feel so exposed like this. He can see everything.

He keeps his eyes on me as he trails sweet kisses on my inner thighs. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Dylan? Every single part of you. Especially here.” His hand brushes between my legs and I whimper. “I want to see you like this.” Well in that case. I drop my head back and firmly plant my feet, letting go of my anxiety and opening up to him and his extremely talented mouth.

“Oh yes.” I move my hips against him as he slowly strokes up my length and around my clit, licking off every bit of icing. I want him to pull me into his mouth and suck hard, knowing full well that when he does I will surely lose my mind. But he doesn’t. He keeps up the rhythm of deep caresses, swiping just over or just under my clit and driving me insane. He only dips his tongue into me just enough to make me grip his head with my thighs and then he slowly removes it.

“You’re so close, love.”

“I know that. Why aren’t you letting me come?” My climax is there, right there and he’s toying with it. My body is shaking on the hard wood, the slight chill of it cooling down my heated skin.

“I can feel you pulsing against my tongue. I want you to come, Dylan. I really do.” He gives me slow even laps with his tongue, swirling and dipping. Brushing just over my clit, I bring my hips up to make him go where I want him, where I need him but his hand quickly clamps down on my stomach and presses me to the table.