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“I was concentrating,” he defended.

“Uh huh,” I said as I focused back on my last tray.

“Hey, Mitch...” he called, nonchalantly.

“Yeah?” I looked up, and was met with asmatteringof icing across my face as his fingertips slid across my cheek.

“You little...” I cursed as Penn jumped back, holding up his bag of frosting like a sword.

“Not so funny when you’re the target, is it?” he teased.

I grabbed my own bag in defense. “I’m going to get you for that.”

Penn’s smile was infectious, his pristine blue eyes sparkling like diamonds in the afternoon light.

“I’d like to see you try,” he said, giggling as he took off, and I chased after him.

We ran through the bakery, spraying pink and white vanilla frosting at one another in retaliation, and the sounds of our combined laughter filled the air.

Penn hurriedly flipped the sign from open to closed, all while dodging me as I tried to catch him like a wild gingerbread man.

When I finally did catch him, it was just as he was coming around the front counter, and I grabbed him by his apron ties, pulling him backward and into my arms.

We were both covered in frosting, panting from our chase. The light from the windows behind him lit him up, showcasing the stark white cream all over his cheeks, his neck.

His lips.

I didn’t think twice about pressing him against the wall and licking the sweet cream off of his gorgeous face. As I did so, I could feel his cock hardagainst my own, and he wrapped his arms around me, the tip of his piping bag poking me in the back as he held it.

I licked the frosting from his lips, biting gently at his bottom one.

The throaty moan that left his throat went straight to my cock.

Penn kissed me back, melting into me once more, before he squeezed himself out from under me, heading back to the last tray of cupcakes.

I didn’t miss the smile on his face as he finished decorating, or the words that were caught in my throat.

Those three little words I’d almost said out loud.

“We’ve got less than an hour to finish these and get to the party,” he said, pulling my attention once more.

“Right,” I said, shaking my head.

CHAPTER 23

Penn

I couldn’t explain it,but it was like ever since the night before, when we’d gone on our date, when I let Mitchell touch me, when I asked him to suck my damn dick, it was like a switch had been flipped.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his talent, about his smirk, about his sexy voice. About how he was always givingmethe reins to control where we were going.

Because deep underneath all the vibrant shirts and sarcasm,Mitchellcaredabout my needs, my comfort.

After my conversation with Archie, I thought a lot about what he said. About things just feeling right.

About how I’daskedfor Mitchell to bring me my release.

About how my fingers gripping his hair while he did so and how it was the purest ecstasy I’d ever felt.

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