Page 61 of Worth the Heat
He shakes his head as he chuckles. “How do you make those?”
“Well, I commissioned someone with a 3D printer to create molds so we could have cock-shaped candy. There was something lost in translation when they arrived, because the molds were much bigger than I’d anticipated —”
“If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard that before,” he interrupts, deadpan, making me laugh.
“Well, the guy reprinted them the size I expected, but he told me to keep the molds.”
“Yeah, I doubt a guy would have much use for a dozen dick molds.”
“It was twenty molds, but yes, I agree.”
“Did you use the bigger molds or the smaller ones for the cockers?”
“The bigger ones. No one wants a one inch cocker, Sebastian. You should know that,” I tease.
He chortles. “As you know by now, I don’t hear about one inch cocks at all. I’m clearly blessed in the cock department.”
That he is. I’m routinely doing measurement assessments as I bake, and I’d put Sebastian at a very healthy eight inches. “So far, I have no complaints.”
“So far! Damn, woman. That’s cold.”
Feeling emboldened, I reach over and lay my hand in his lap. “Feels pretty warm to me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, but his hand covers mine as he presses down. I feel his length grow, and I try to run my fingers along the zipper of his jeans, but he stops me. “I have no problem pulling this truck over and fucking you against the door, so be careful how much you want to push me. All I know is I’ve dreamed about having your hands on me for so long, and now that it’s happening, all the blood is rushing to my dick, and black spots are dancing in my vision. I’d really like to get us home in one piece.”
I’m way too excited about the prospect of Sebastian needing me so badly that he takes me on the side of the road. I’ve never had a man want me like that. The thought makes me whimper. “What if I said yes? What if I need you so badly that I can’t wait?”
He groans, the sound guttural and full of the same tension I’mfeeling. It reverberates around the cab of his truck, and I feel it in my soul. “The only reason I won’t is because I don’t want another person on this entire planet to see you come. But as soon as Camila is asleep, I plan to improve my numbers on the orgasm count.”
I inhale sharply. The three in a row he gave me last night made my legs shake, and every time after that, I wouldn’t let him push me past one. Still, I came six times in twelve hours. Six. Times. Sebastian seems to think that number is low, whereas I know it’s the most I’ve had in one night ever.
We’re both quiet as we continue the drive, but I notice Sebastian increases the speed. My hand doesn’t move until we turn into his driveway, and he gives me a look like he’s pouting, making me laugh. “Relax, big boy. You need to calm down before you see your daughter. By the way, your grandmother is a hoot. I’m so glad she and your mom came tonight.”
“Might have been a good idea to brief her beforehand so they knew what they were walking into,” he mutters.
“Oh, they knew.”
His eyes whip to mine. “The fuck? They knew?”
I nod. “My grandmother invited them, and told them all about it. That made them even more excited to come.”
Sebastian sighs loudly as he swipes a hand over his face. “Do me a favor. Never again utter the words ‘excited’ and ‘come’ in a conversation about your cock cookie club and my grandmother.”
On that note, he parks the car, turns it off, and jumps out. Jogging over to the passenger side, he opens the door with gusto before taking my hand and helping me down. I’m immediately pushed against the side as he covers my mouth with his. God, this man cankiss. He’s able to weave a story with his mouth, like he’s making love to me with his tongue. So much for him calming down before we go inside, since I’m trying to climb him like a tree and shamelessly dry humping him for anyone to see.
When we break apart, we’re both breathless. He gives me a lopsided smile as his hooded eyes stare at my lips. “You can call me big boy anytime.”
“Of course that’s what you’d focus on. Such a typical man,” I tell him, a teasing tone to my decidedly husky voice. Sebastian’s grin grows bigger, and he closes his eyes as he takes two steps backward. I watch, intrigued, as he silently mutters something over and over again. “Are you trying the Luca thing of saying old man balls?”
“Yup.”
“Is it working?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe think about specific old man balls. Your dad’s balls? Wait!” I whisper-shout. “Mydad’s balls. Nick Santo old man balls.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “That worked like a goddamned charm.”
