Page 33 of Almost Love

After a full night of sleep, she decided to take some kind of control over her horniness. Whatever the hell that would turn out to look like. With the vagina cupcakes packed into four separate boxes, she got ready. Dressed in black pants, sneakers and a black turtleneck with long sleeves—it was her ‘going to battle’ clothes—she headed out. Her first stop was Wildes Haven, where she dropped off three boxes of cupcakes and promised to come by later that week.

Then she made her way to A Fine Needle.

“You’re a badass boss bitch and any person would be lucky to fuck you. Don’t overthink it, give him a cupcake and tell him what you want,” she muttered and stepped into the tattoo shop.

“Welcome to A Fine Needle,” a cheery voice greeted her and she gave them a small smile and held up the box of cupcakes. “Oh my god, you’re the baker.”

Clementine winced at the volume, but nodded. “Wanted to surprise Oakley. Is he here?”

“He should be at his station.”

“Great, thanks. Here,” she said and set the box down. Flipping it open, she picked one up and the expression on theother person’s face made her sigh. “Vagina cupcakes. They were unplanned, but hopefully you can enjoy them.”

“Hey, cupcakes are cupcakes, whatever you frosted on top doesn’t even matter.”

“Fair point,” she said, gesturing to the work spaces. “May I?”

“As long as you don’t plan to fuck him there, by all means.”

“Not yet,” she mumbled, then saw their eyes widen, before a naughty grin stretched across their mouth. She took a big step forward and almost bumped into a fully tattooed hulk of a human. Their frown made her scowl deepen as she mumbled an ‘excuse me’ and moved around them until she was standing in front of Oakley’s workstation. She knocked on the side panel and a second later, the curtain slid open.

“Hey, this is a nice surprise,” he said with a grin.

She whimpered and looked him over—another black T-shirt clung to his body desperately, blond hair in disarray and glasses perched on his nose.Asshole.

“Fuck it,” she growled, mostly to herself, and thrust the cupcake into his hand while using her other one to tug on his T-shirt, bringing his mouth to hers. He hesitated and Clementine opened her eyes, prepared to pull away. But his arm snaked around her waist and dragged her into the room. Her back hit a wall and the kiss deepened, their lips parting and tongues swiping as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Oakley groaned into the kiss and she sucked on his tongue, their bodies pressed tightly together. His hand moved from her waist to cup her ass and her hips rocked forward to push against his. When she felt him hard against her, Clementine moaned loudly and fisted his hair in her hands.

When was the last time she’d kissed someone? Hell, when was the last time she’d been this turned on and desperate that she didn’t care about her vagina cupcake, just about her vagina.

Almost like he could hear her thoughts, Oakley pulled away and put some distance between them. She slumped against the wall, breathing heavily as she licked her lips, her eyes fixed on his face. His green eyes were dark behind his slightly lopsided glasses, almost predatory, as he stared at her. His chest heaved and she glanced at the cupcake crushed in his hands, then pouted.

“You destroyed my vagina cupcake.”

His forehead crinkled in confusion. “What?”

“You might have destroyed my vagina too, but right now, that poor cupcake.”

“Jesus, Clem,” he breathed out, rubbing his face with his free hand. “What the fuck was that?”

“I have a new deal. Donuts, a food guide and no strings attached sex.”

With wide eyes he pointed between them. “With me?”

“No, with the scowly tattooed mountain I just encountered.”

“Fuck no,” he said, voice dropping to a dangerously low decibel. “You and me.”

“Even though you crushed that cupcake I worked so hard on.”

“Why?” he asked, brushing past her constant mention of the cupcakes. “Why now?”

“You’ve got me all riled up, Oakley. I never feel this way and I don’t know how to handle it outside of scratching the itch.”

“With me. I’m going to scratch your itch.”

“If you’re not up for the task, I’ll find someone else.”

Then he was right up against her, one hand pressing into the wall beside her head. “Stop toying with me, Clementine.”

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