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“I told you. No one will notice.” I put the other two bottles down and reeled her in, capturing her lips and swiping my tongue along her seam.
She moaned, then growled before wriggling away. “I have to finish.”
I pouted. “Can I stay? You're sexy when you bake?”
“As long as you promise not to be a distraction.” She pointed her finger. “No touching. And absolutely no sexy eyes.”
She was adorable when she was being bossy. I held my hands up. “You won’t even know I’m here.”
“You’re full of shit, but you can stay anyway.”
I grabbed the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. “I brought your favorite.”
“You just want to liquor me up, so I forget my responsibilities and let you take advantage of me.”
“Lanes, you have work to do. I will not let you play out your fantasies with me.”
“And what fantasies would that be?”
“Bending that sweet ass over that metal table, spreading your legs, and—”
“Stop talking.”
“Why? Are we getting hot and bothered?”
“All I can think about is how many health violations that would cause.”
“No one needs to know. Besides, we can bleach the place after.”
“Maybe when the cake is done. Phoebe and Laurent deserve the perfect wedding cake, and I need to deliver.” She handed me two glasses. “Pour the wine, sit there, and look pretty.”
“As long as you know I’ll be thinking about your amazing, sexy, naked body the whole time.”
“As long as your dick stays in your pants and you keep your thoughts to yourself, have at it.”
I handed her a glass of wine. “You make things so hard.” My eyebrow lifted and I shot a quick glance down at my dick.
“Seriously? You failed within three seconds. Out!”
“No! I mean difficult. You make things difficult.”
“I’ll let that one slide.” She held her finger up. “Now stay there and behave yourself.”
“For you, I’ll try.”
My hair was still wet, my makeup not even a thought in my mind, but the cake was loaded in the car and ready to be brought to the vineyard. After I finished last night, Nero helped me carry the cake to the fridge. Then we played out more than a few fantasies, including one of me in nothing more than an apron. As promised, he helped me bleach down the entire place.
It was worth it.
I had gone to his place where I had fallen asleep in his arms. I didn’t want to get up. My legs hurt from being on them for so long the day before, and I was tired, but my job wasn’t done until that first slice of cake was cut and everyone was served.
“You ready?” Nero asked as he closed the door. I still had to stack the cake when I got to the vineyard, but I had more than enough time to get it done, then get myself ready for the ceremony.
“Let’s do this,” I said. He hopped in the passenger side, and I got in the driver’s seat. We headed across town, and when we were almost there, we hit a line of cars crawling along the road.
Nero rolled the window down and stuck his head out. “Fucking Albert,” he said before sliding out his phone. He tapped the screen and put the phone to his ear.
“Yeah, can you get the fuck out of the way? We have a cake to deliver.”
