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Leo’s face turned a very bright pink, and I dropped my head to my hands.“Bethany!”
“Don’t mind me,” she repeated, and swung around to film Mika buying a half dozen lavender caramel macarons and two slices of Watergate Salad pie.
“This that YouTube thing you were telling me about?”Leo asked with a small smile.
I nodded.“I doubt it’ll go anywhere but she’s loving this, and she had a whole presentation this morning at 4 a.m.so…” I trailed off, sighing.“So, what can I get you this morning?I’ve got those cherry vanilla malt cupcakes Edward likes, fresh batch coming in about ten minutes if Ira remembers to put the cherries on the swirls.”
We fell into a light conversation about the day’s offerings as Bethany and Mika filmed some truly theatrical customer interaction footage, most of which involved Mika being way too enthusiastic about the selections in her to-go box.They moved off toward one of the booths and huddled over her phone as Leo and I moved down to the register and I began boxing his selections.“So, boyfriends, huh?”Leo murmured.
“Bethany’s on a tear,” I began, glancing up to see a very complicated expression cross his features.Something between disappointment and cautious excitement.“I mean… Okay, so she brought it up this morning and is really into the idea of us putting a label on things, but I know you’re still wanting to just kind of take this slow and—”
“And,” he interrupted, glancing to make sure they weren’t blatantly eavesdropping, “is it something you want?To be official?I mean… I know we touched on it, but do you want to be… openly together?Put a label on it?”
I nodded slowly.“I mean, we’re pretty much dating already.”
“But making it ‘official’ makes it feel different,” he said.
“Bigger.”
He nodded.“I’d like that,” he said on a rushed sigh.“Wait, do I need to give you my class ring?”he teased, leaning across the counter to kiss me again.
“No, just seven bucks for your cupcakes,” I murmured against his lips.“And maybe go on a date with me this weekend?”
Leo nodded eagerly.“I’ve got services lined up tomorrow, and one on Sunday, but Sunday evening, if you’re free?”
“Bethany,” I called.“Can you watch Edward Sunday evening?”
She glanced up guiltily.“Um.No.Mika and I were going to the movies.”
Mika startled.“Um.Yeah.We’re gonna see the new Tom Cruise thing.”
“But you hate Tom Cruise,” I said, eyeing Bethany.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to try new things!”
Leo chuckled.“Don’t worry about it.Naomi offered to keep an eye on him whenever we went out and…” He paused, huffing a small sigh.“Well, I’m gonna take her up on it.She got on my case about acting like I can’t ask for help from her so… I’m asking.”
The door opened again, admitting a small cluster of tourists all clutching bags from the art center.“Call me tonight?”I suggested.“Let’s sort it out then.”
Leo nodded and slipped away, leaving me to deal with the customers.I felt good—great, even—better than I had in a long while.I glanced up as he walked past the window and smiled.This wasn’t a fix-it for us, for Leo, but it was a start.I’d been more than willing to take baby steps with him, but hearing him admit he wanted it to be more, to go full steam ahead…I felt like everything was finally coming together.Not just for me but for Leo as well.
CHAPTER13
LEO
Two weeksinto ourofficialrelationship, Ambrose showed up at the home to surprise me with lunch.“Bethany and Ira are watching the shop,” he announced, brandishing a bag from the deli in town and a plastic sack from the grocery store holding two bottles of flavored seltzer water.“Going full out with the deli experience,” he explained.
“The deli experience can wait a minute,” I murmured, meeting him just inside the door to my office and pushing it closed behind him.He smiled into the kiss, dropping our lunch onto the information table by the door and looping his arms around my neck.“Hi,” I whispered against his lips.
“Hi.I only have an hour before I have to get back.”
“I can do a lot with that,” I promised.
Ambrose arched his hips, dragging the thick, hard length of his cock against my own answering erection.The friction of the fabric over my sensitive arousal made me hiss, a sharp bite of sensation that bordered on too much and not enough.Ambrose’s wicked grin as he rocked forward again sent whatever blood was left in my brain rocketing south, heat and need and want pooling in my belly as he shifted to lean against the door, pulling me along with him to keep frotting.“Fuck,” I hissed.“Can’t come in my pants.Have clients this afternoon.”
“I can make sure that doesn’t happen,” Ambrose purred, dropping to his knees and hooking his fingers in my beltloops, then pausing.“The whole coming in your pants thing, Not the clients thing, I mean.”
“Kind of figured.”I laughed, tilting my hips toward him.He grinned, darting his tongue out to wet his lips as he worked my belt, then my pants, open, pushing down my briefs just enough to free my aching cock.Ambrose wasted absolutely no time, slipping his fingers low to stroke my tightening sac while he used his other hand to guide me into his mouth, rubbing the tip of my cock over his lips and smearing precum there first.He glanced up at me, licking his lips clean before opening his mouth and slipping just the head past his lips, letting me see my cock resting on his tongue before closing his lips around me and sucking.
