Page 68 of The Spy Ring

TWENTY-THREE

Tiffany

“They are beautiful,”I said as stared at the bouquet in Morgana’s hand.

“I picked out the flowers. These pink ones are peony rose, and the purple are hydrangeas, with uh, what are these again?” Morgana asked as she turned to the florist.

“Lamb’s ear. It gives a little greenery to the bouquet,” the woman in the green apron with silver hair said.

Morgana nodded. “Right, lamb’s ear. And, of course, the blue ribbon to tie it all together.”

I tilted my head. “Blue?”

“You know, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.”

“Oh, right. Of course. Well, I love it.”

The florist smiled at Morgana. “It’s not the final one. This is just a sample to give you an idea of what it’ll look like. Yours will be much bigger for the wedding in three days.”

It had been a week since I finally had sex. I thought my vagina might fall out if I didn’t get something soon. It was so worth it. The wait. And, his cock.

I smiled and strolled around the small shop called The Bloom Room, running my fingers over the tips of petals. Their soft texture reminded me of Jagger’s big dick.

Just about everything was reminding me of his cock.

Like when Evaleen took me to Chuck’s Sausage Shack for lunch on Friday . . . Or when I went to the grocery store and passed the cucumbers. Then I stopped and gazed at the cucumbers. After which I grabbed a couple so I could lie next to one in bed at night and dream about Jagger’s cock.

“I bet I know what’s on your mind?” Morgana said as she slid beside me.

“What?” I felt my face heat, knowing she could see the blush on my cheeks.

Then I snorted.

“The cake. Well, it’s a surprise. But let me tell you, it will be the best thing you ever tasted.” Her eyes glazed over as she stared off into the distance.

“I’ve already tasted the best thing,” I mumbled.

“Huh?” Morgana said coming out of her cake fantasy.

“Nothing. I bet it will be delicious.”

The bell over the door rang and when I looked up, the current jacked up porn scene that was playing in my head appeared to be coming to life.

“Jagger,” I said with too much enthusiasm to be dismissed as a simple surprise.

We met up again Saturday night after David went to bed but I didn’t want Jagger to spend the night. This was just sex, I didn’t want David to think the thing between Jagger and me was more than friendship.

But that’s the last time we were together. We had been sexting each other the past several nights as he’s been busy trying to make his ninja studio happen. I’ve been busy with doctor appointments, David starting school, a few client meetings over logo changes, and any last-minute wedding freak outs that Morgana’s been having. All these things foiled any of our attempts to see each other.

“Tiffany.” His eyes darkened as they traveled my body.

When he said he was free today and wanted to see me, I mentioned I had to go to the florist with Morgana in the morning but was free the rest of the day. Even David was hanging out at Diego’s place. I had met his parents and they loved David. And, since Diego had a basement with a big screen TV and a PlayStation, the boys spent more time there than at our apartment.

“Oh, hey, Jagger. Funny running into you here.” Morgana creased her brow walking toward him.

Jagger’s eyes flipped between Morgana and me. I hadn’t told my friends that Jagger had, with too many orgasms to count and sex in every room in his cramped apartment, ended my dry spell. Maybe dry spell doesn’t best describe it. It was more like an arid desert, so vast it made the Sahara look like a patch of sand by a river.

“I asked him to meet me here. I wanted to thank him for, uh, some great advice he gave me.” Heat traveled up my neck as I stared at him.

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