Page 39 of Love You A Latte

We stumble out onto the sidewalk and it’s hot as heck out here. Naturally, I pick up the pace and she quickens her step as I pull her across the street to the ice cream shop.

She orders a bowl with one scoop. Onesinglescoop, to my absolute horror.

“Oh no, absolutely not,” I say when I hear it. “Two scoops minimum, with a waffle chip if you’re not getting a cone. We’re going all out today.”

Addison balks and I raise an eyebrow, attempting to look stern.

I don’t think I’ve ever had to be stern in my life.

“Fine,” she says, crossing her arms as she turns back to the counter. “One scoop of strawberry, one pistachio, with a waffle chip or whatever.”

“Hmph,” I grumble. I’ll have my way with her later.

“And for you?”

“Waffle cone please, three scoops. One espresso, one candied pecan, and one brown sugar bourbon.”

Addison’s mouth has dropped open and I glance at her.

“Yes?” I say.

She snaps her mouth closed.

“That’s just… such a weird order.”

“Oh my sweet summer child,” I reply. “This is the best combination you could ever ask for.” I kiss the tips of my fingers and then spread them to the sky. “Incredible. Delicious. Ten out of ten, no notes.”

“Okay,” Addison laughs. “I’ll take your word for it.”

I pay and take my majestic cone while Addison accepts a bowl and spoon with her pathetic two scoops. I lick straight up the side, getting a taste of all three at once, then swirl my tongue over the top with a groan of delight.

Addison has stopped walking and is gaping at me again, her cheeks flushed. She looks so cute with her bright pink and green ice cream dripping off the spoon onto the concrete by her feet. I smirk. Poor thing, she’s got no idea what she’s in for today.

“You good?” I ask.

“Areyou?” Addison shrieks. “That was…” She searches for a word before realizing she’s dripping all over the sidewalk. She shoves the spoon in her mouth and swallows, then finishes her sentence. “Indecent.”

I bellow a laugh. I suppose it was, and we’re only just getting started.

We make our way in and out of each shop downtown, and I treat her to anything and everything I can. A trinket from the local handmade shop, a sugar cookie with rainbow sprinkles from Alex’s bakery, a fruity candle that’s layered pink, purple, and blue.

Finally we end up back at Roasted, right in time for me to finish closing before I pull her upstairs and into bed with me.

We make love slowly this time. With gentle fingers, soft lips, and tangled limbs. Addison moans as her body responds to mine. We lay next to each other and I suck on every part of her skin I can reach, leaving marks frombehind her ear and down her throat to her perfect breasts, then across her stomach to her inner thighs. I want her to feel me for days. I wish she’d be able to feel me for weeks.

I circle my tongue around the wave tattoo on her hip and become nearly feral with the thought of marking her permanently. I’ve never wished for a different job until this moment, but if I could tattoo myself onto her, I would.

I lick back up her body as my fingers tease between her thighs. She thrusts into me, burying my fingers inside her while she buries hers inside me too. We rock against each other, and our kisses turn desperate and messy as we lose our breath, our bodies tensing up as we both near the edge.

“Frankie,” Addison moans my name and her free hand scrabbles for purchase.

I move her fingers to my hair, and the tight fist she makes sends tingles of sensation across my scalp. The pain turns to pleasure as she keeps moving against me, and we sink further into each other. My mind, my body, everything is pure bliss. Her very presence feels like ecstacy.

“Addison,” I whisper, my lips moving against the soft skin of her neck. “My sweet Addison.”

“Yes, Frankie. Yes,” she says, both of our hips moving as we breathe each other’s air and seek each other’s pleasure.

“Oh,” Addison pants.

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