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Don’t go there.

I knew I shouldn’t.

But it was just a fantasy, and I was alone, so what did it matter?

At least that was what I told myself, at the time.

Instead of fighting what felt natural, I let the thoughts bloom.

The memory of his tongue in my mouth, the deep groan that escaped his lips when he kissed me.

His hardness against mine.

Fuck!

Sticky moisture beaded at my slit,and my hips picked up their pace. I knew it wouldn’t be long.

The thoughts mingled with the memories as I imagined his soft, plush lips along my heated skin, his warm tongue licking me along my shaft, until he wrapped his lips around my swollen head, and...

“Fuck!” I barked as I fell forward against the tile, bracing myself as I came suddenly.

My stomach muscles spasmed as my cock pulsed and I tried to catch my breath, watching my release circle the drain. I tugged my cock, working to empty the remains as my muscles started to soften, leaving me with a sense of euphoria.

Fuck, how the hell am I going to make it through seven days of this, if I can barely handle twenty-four hours?

CHAPTER 13

Mitch

When I finally arrived atPenn’s Bakery at six oh three in the morning, I was feeling much more relaxed.

I’d stopped at the Starbucks on the way, fully intent to grab myself a coffee, but decided to on a whim grab Penn one too.

After all, what was a day spent with baked goods without a proper cup of coffee?

I didn’t know the guy all that well, but given he worked with sugar, and considered himself a cream puff man, I’dopted to get him a Cinnamon Dolce Latte. Then, because I’m not a complete asshole, I tossed on a Chai Tea Latte for Archie. I remembered him going on about how he was obsessed with them the other night at M’s Place.

It seemed like a good idea.

I walked across the street, nodding at the daylight warriors who were also leaving their cars and the others who were starting to filter in on the street to park and head to their jobs.

I opened the door to see Archie stocking the case, Penn behind the counter, wiping everything down.

“Good Morning!” I called out, catching his attention.

Penn looked up, his eyes widening in shock as if it was Groundhog Day or something.

I approached him, carrying the carrier of drinks in one hand, dragging my suitcase with my tripod strapped to my back. I’d taken to wearing the camera around my neck for the moment.

I’m sure I looked every bit the weary traveler at that time of morning.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Penn said as he threw downhis rag, exiting from behind the counter to come around to my aid.

I couldn’t help but smile at his actions. He truly was just as sweet as the delicacies he carried in his shop.

“I come bearing gifts,” I said as he grabbed the suitcase.

“Gifts?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

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