Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I sent them both a glare then turned to Mom. “Have you heard back from the vegan bakery regarding the cupcake tower?”
“Yes, they’ll send a sample tomorrow.”
“Good,” I said then narrowed my eyes at the three guys. “Don’t get started. I want to make every guest feel welcome and offer them food that reflects their allergic needs or ethical choices.”
“I’m a bacon fetishist, who caters to my whims?” Maddox asked.
“If you ask me, vegans have lost their fucking mind,” Amo muttered. “Most of them are stuck-up know-it-alls who try to play the guilt card on any meateater they meet. It’s fucking annoying.”
“Language,” Mom admonished, having let slip the first time.
“Any vegan ever tried to make you feel guilty for eating pig?” Maddox asked.
“Yeah, one chick I dated briefly wanted to make me feel guilty and told me I would stop eating if I had to kill them myself.”
Maddox and Valerio both laughed.
“You even kill people. Of course, you’d kill a pig if you were hungry,” Valerio spluttered.
“That’s what I told her.”
I shook my head. “How about you all stay far away from the vegan and vegetarian guests?”
“We should head out now,” Mom said. I gave her a grateful smile. My perfectionism was rearing its annoying head and I wanted to get the wedding planning down. We were already late considering the wedding was in two weeks. My past self would have completely lost it.
After I’d grabbed forks, Maddox carried the cakebox into the living room and we settled on the sofa in front of the roaring fireplace. The weather outside was forbidding, no sign of spring. Maddox put the cakebox down on the coffee table and sank back against the sofa backrest. He looked irresistible and his eyes told me he felt the same way.
I hadn’t come in two weeks—I had been busy with wedding planning and Maddox had gone on a mission—and was desperate for touch. I grabbed the sheep’s wool blanket and settled on the sofa beside Maddox. Resting my back against the armrest, I put my feet on Maddox’s lap and covered myself with the blanket.
Maddox put the cake box on my shins and opened it. Inside were petit fours with different cake flavors, but I was distracted by Maddox’ warmth and the feel of his cock under my heel.
Maddox grabbed a fork, stabbed a piece of chocolate cake with it and held it before my lips. I tasted it and smiled. “Mhhh,” I purred.
Maddox shook his head and slid one of his hands below the blanket. He stroked his palm along my calf. Soon I was so distracted by the caress I hardly noticed the cake flavors anymore.
“Have you done what I told you?” Maddox rumbled.
I smiled secretively. “Yes.”
“If that’s the case, then this must really turn you on,” he rasped as his hand slid higher, his fingers sliding between my thighs. He stroked the sensitive skin there, smiling hungrily. He had asked me not to touch myself in the six days we hadn’t seen each other.
I rubbed his cock with the heel of my foot. “What about you?”
“Chaste like a monk.” As if to prove his point, his cock slowly became erect under my ministrations. His fingers trailed higher, brushing over my panties on occasion. I was growing increasingly aroused and knew Maddox could feel it through the flimsy material. His pointer finger pushed my panties aside and teased the ridge between my pussy lips lightly but never touched my clit.
His eyes were on me as he fed me another bite of cake. The moment the mango-passionfruit flavor exploded on my tongue, the pad of his finger brushed my clit and I moaned.
Steps sounded and Amo appeared in the doorway. I jerked upright and swallowed the cake.
Amo glanced between Maddox and me with a look of pure suspicion. Maddox’s finger still drew tiny circles on my clit and I couldn’t tell him to stop with Amo present. Luckily, the tented blanket covered up everything, but the knowledge of what was currently happening beneath it, still made my cheeks heat.
“You okay?” Amo asked.
“I choked on a piece of cake,” I lied quickly.
Amo rolled his eyes. “Mom asked me if you want us to drive by the vegan cupcake shop and pick up samples today.”
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.
When he was out of sight, Maddox resumed his very distracting circling of my clit with even more fervor, making me pant.
“How am I supposed to focus on cake if you keep doing that?” I muttered. Maddox seemed completely unperturbed except for his very hard cock under my foot.
He tasted a piece of a yellow cake.
“I like this one, it reminds me of your pussy.”
I glanced around but we were alone.
Maddox chuckled and I sent him a glare.
“Don’t be ridiculous, how can cake taste like me?”
“There’s a subtle tartness that surprises you but is quickly followed by a sweet finish that makes you want to keep eating and lick your fingers afterward.”