Page 102 of Tiers of Joy

I feel another orgasm building. My nails dig into his back and my legs start to twitch.

“Gaige.” I whisper.

“I’ve got you beautiful, I feel you,” He rasps.

He increases his speed and my orgasm explodes.

“Oh fuck Gaige!” I cry out.

“Fuck Esme.” Gaige groans, finding his own orgasm.

We both lay back, calming our breaths.

“I don’t think I will ever look at a piping bag the same way again after that.” I laugh.

“Especially the strawberry frosting! I never knew it could taste so much better on you.” Gaige says nipping my shoulder.

“Do you think they heard us downstairs?” I ask, concerned.

“No, we can’t hear them so I’m sure we’re good.” Gaige reassures.

We get changed and head back downstairs. When we walk into the bakery Amy is fighting a smile and the customers, especially the elderly ladies, have a glint in their eyes.

One approaches Gaige and smiles.

“I could use some of what you gave her, it’s been so long! But I must say, I never made sounds like that. I think I might hire a gigolo, clearly I missed out. Unless you want to treat an old lady some new tricks!” She winks at Gaige.

“Oh my god, you heard us?!” I screech.

Amy blushes and places her index finger and thumb close together.

“Just a smidge.” She says, holding back her laughter.

“Oh yes, we heard it all.” Another lady says.

“June, you never made noises like that for me.” A man says to his wife.

“Well, for a start, you don’t look like him!” His wife retorts.

“Oh Christ.” I say hiding in Gaige’s chest. He wraps his arm around me.

“It’s not funny Gaige! My customers heard us having sex!” I hiss.

“Oh now dear, that wasn’t just sex, that was fucking.” The old lady smiles.

Gaige chokes on his laughter.

“Right, anyone who’s already brought their goods, please leave. Those who haven’t, please buy what you need and leave.” Amy orders.

They all groan and start shuffling out of the door.

“You coming back tomorrow?” The elderly lady asks another.

“If he’s going to be here, most definitely!” She answers.

“June! I’m right here!” Her husband yells.

Soon the shop is empty and I feel the blush slowly leave my cheeks.

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