Page 9 of Icing on Top
I left the office quickly and hopped into my car to drive to Icing. I parked in front and noticed the additional decorations she had added after we had left yesterday. The decorations were tastefully charming and inviting. I entered the shop and noted that more people were there today than yesterday. The same girl from yesterday was behind the counter as I approached, and she was grinning ear to ear.
“Hello, Mr. Ashford. Are you here to see Nova?” she asked.
“I am. I wanted to drop some papers off with her,” I replied, holding the envelope. “Is she around?”
“She’s in the back decorating cupcakes.”
“Oh, well, I don’t want to disturb her,” I said with disappointment.
“You aren’t. You can go back if you want,” the girl said, gesturing to the door behind her.
“Are you sure that’s allowed?” I asked.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she winked.
Cheeky kid. I returned her wink and stepped around the counter. Nova didn’t notice me as I entered the kitchen. She had earbuds in her ears and was dancing along to whatever music she was listening to as she decorated cupcakes. A streak of flour was on her cheek, and she wore a pink apron over her clothes. I snuck over to the table behind her and sat on it as I watched her work. The strings of her apron framed her legging-clad ass, drawing my attention.
I watched her for several minutes, my erection steadily growing as her body moved along to the music. It took all the restraint I had not to press myself against her backside so that I could feel the globes of her ass around my cock. I’ve had my fair share of women through the years, but I’ve never had one who drove me so insane with lust like Nova did.
Nova turned and shrieked when she saw me, reflexively squeezing the piping bag in her hand, causing pink frosting to squirt all over my shirt. We both froze in shock before bursting out in laughter.
“What are you doing here, Ben?” she asked as she removed the earbuds from her ears. I caught movement by the door and looked over in time to see the cashier ducking out of view from where she had probably been watching through the porthole window in the door.
I held up the envelope, swiped frosting off my shirt with my finger, and popped it in my mouth. I moaned as the sugary concoction melted in my mouth. I didn’t let myself splurge on sugary things too often, so this was quite the treat. Nova tracked my movements as I dipped my finger into the frosting again, bringing it to my lips. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as I licked the frosting off. I couldn’t resist doing it again, appreciating how her face flushed as her eyes became hungry. Hopefully, hungry for something other than frosting.
“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and we’re going to be making an even bigger mess,” I promised as images of painting her body in frosting and licking it off her played through my mind. I’d happily consume more sugar if I could use her as my plate. Knowing that we could have an audience in the form of her nosey employee at any moment was the only thing that kept me from following up on that promise as Nova continued to stare.
Even so, I couldn’t resist hopping off the table and stepping into her space so that her breasts brushed against me lightly. “Unless, of course, you’d like to get messy.” If her answer was yes, I’d find somewhere that wasn’t visible from the door.
Pretty Words
Nova
Ben’s words hung between us, slowly permeating my head and finally making me snap out of the spell he seemed to put on me. My face heated as I slipped from between him and the table and went to the sink. I ran a cloth under warm water so he could clean up the mess I made of his shirt. I didn’t even want to think about how much the shirt probably cost. I used the short time I had to collect myself before clearing my throat and handing him the cloth.
“I thought the contract was being sent over via letter carrier?”
“It was, but I wanted to see you, so I volunteered to bring it over myself,” he answered as he wiped the frosting off his shirt and tossed the cloth onto the table beside him.
“Why did you want to see me?” Why me at all? This entire thing has me feeling very perplexed. “There has to be someone of your caliber that you could bring as your date instead of me.” I had spent most of last night trying to figure out why they picked me.
Ben whistled low as he brushed my cheek with his thumb. “Your ex did a number on you, didn’t he?”
“What makes you think my ex did anything to me?” I asked defensively.
“I took a shot in the dark,” he replied. “Am I wrong?”
“No, just perceptive,” I admitted.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“There isn’t much to say,” I told him as I turned back to my cupcakes so that I didn’t have to see the agreement in his eyes. “After my Dad died, I let myself go, and he couldn’t stand to look at me anymore. He hadn’t touched me in months and was embarrassed to be seen in public with me.”
“Well, he’s a dumbfuck because I can’t stop looking at you or thinking about all the ways I want to touch you,” he replied. My heart thundered in my chest as I felt the heat from his body as he moved closer. I jumped slightly when he continued speaking, his mouth inches from my ear. “Neither can my brothers. We think you’re sexy as hell and had a conversation about what to do about that. We decided sharing you was the best option if you were interested in that.”
I couldn’t help but scoff. “Pretty words,” I replied.
He moved to my side, grabbed my free hand, and brought it to cup the front of his pants. “Does this feel like pretty words?”
