Page 10 of Purrfect Planning

National wedding planning day has come and gone. It’s March sixth and all I want to do is get this event over with and get away from Aspen Hanks. Her and her damn kitty.

The bakery owner wouldn’t let Princessa come inside but Chrissy, her friend is outside holding the stupid, glittery leash while she chatters with a guy who stopped to pet the beast.

“Do you think you could pay attention here, Micah? I’d like to get home to make some calls. I’ve still got to make sure that the boathouse is available and that they’ve got everything we need. I checked once already and got a tentative agreement but this is so fast that I’m worried they’ll cancel.”

I shrug. “So get another venue.”

She rolls her dark blue eyes and I feel that kick to my gut again. “This is a small town, Micah. We’ve only got a couple of choices and the best one for this wedding is the boathouse.”

“Fine. Let’s get this over with. Hopefully you don’t get sick with all this cake.”

She grins cheekily. “I’m feeling a ton better and I love cake!”

I grunt.Of course she does!

The baker brings out the tray and we each take the red velvet off the tray, taking a big bite.

“Mmm. That’s so good!” I glance over at her and my dick lunges in my boxers. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are closed and she licks her rosy lips like a porn star during a filthy scene. My cock is rock-hard in seconds and I’m struggling to keep from breaking this table and grabbing her, running out the door.

I clear my throat and the bite I take gets caught in my throat, almost choking me as I force it down. “It’s okay,” I rasp out.

She glares at me. “Fine. Not a chocolate fan.”

The next cake is a plain white cake with a strawberry puree and chocolate ganache filling. It’s a little like a Neapolitan cake and it’s delicious.

But once again, I can barely force it down as she moans and licks her full lips greedily.

The next three cakes are more of the same and I’m about to nut in my damn pants if she doesn’t stop that shit!

“Well, which one do you like?” I force the question out and wait for her answer as she licks off the fork. I can almost picture her running her little pink tongue around my aching dick and I’m so hard it should be fatal. I’m gonna die from blue balls over here.

She grins and there’s a little dab of hazelnut creme filling on her lower lip and it takes all I have not to lean over and lick it off. “I think I like the hazelnut or the Neapolitan one the best. What about you?”

“Sounds good to me. Maybe you could email them the results. Ask them if they like the sounds of it. It sucks that they can’t be here but both of them have busy schedules.”

She nods her head. “Fine. I’ll send them some pics and then the cake ingredients themselves and what we think.”

She stands up and I swear, my eyes can’t stop lingering on her breasts. I swear they’re bigger. Although she’s wearing another sweater dress that skims her curves and makes my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth. But she’s pulled another sweater over top of it and I raise my eyebrows.

She turns to the baker and now I’m looking at her gorgeously round ass. There’s not one part of this woman that’s not perfect for me.

“I’ve got to go. I’m going to do some work from home after I take Princessa for a walk. Her new harness arrives and she wants to show off her bling!”

The baker laughs and I follow her out the door, smiling when Chrissy hands over the leash quickly. Like a little hot potato.

But then she turns around before she runs away. “So have you got your doctor’s appointment set yet? Get your vitamins and all of that?”

Aspen shoots her a glare and points at me. “Did you forget about him?”

Now I’m curious. Very curious.

“You need to tell him, Aspen. You know how I feel about that. He deserves to know.”

“No.” Her full mouth purses in a mutinous glare-off with her friend.

Chrissy sighs and growls. “It’s not fair to him. You know how I feel about this. I can’t support you. If my mom had ever bothered telling my dad he might have been around instead of running off and enlisting in the military, getting himself killed.”

Aspen seems to shrink into herself. Chrissy finally growls and stares at me. “You better get her to talk, buddy.” Then she stomps off.

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