Page 24 of Dessert Flirt Repeat
This is just the alcohol combined with being in the presence of a bona fide hottie. It’s all warping my brain.
The heat inside of me dissipates, and I manage to smile at him. “I think I’m getting the hang of this sexy TikTok stuff.”
He laughs and offers me the rest of the cone, which I finish while he checks his phone. The minute the video uploads, my phone is buzzing with notifications.
“I saw that Sweet Cheeks doubled its follower count since yesterday,” he says.
“Yup. Almost ten thousand followers. Can you believe it?”
“Of course I can. We’re a killer team.” He walks back over to the table, grabs his backpack, and slings it over his shoulder. “Same time tomorrow?”
“Absolutely.”
“Any ideas on what we should film?”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
He flashes a knowing smile. “No worries. I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
He waves and heads out the door, and I let out the breath I’m holding. I check the video and see fifty comments already.
OH MY EFFING GOD
I now identify as a triple-scoop waffle cone
That girl is soooo lucky to share an ice cream cone with #icecreamdaddy
I’d pay good money to trade places with her.
I smile to myself, then spot a comment from Gage himself.
Okay beauties, we’re taking requests. What do you want to see us do in the next video for @sweetcheekscreamery?
My mouth falls open as I skim the answers. Oh. My. God.
Chapter9
Gage
Asmile tugs at my lips as I walk up to Becca’s ice cream shop. Last night I pulled one hell of a ballsy move. I don’t usually leave comments on my TikTok videos. Sometimes I’ll leave cheeky emojis as responses. But actual comments? Never.
I couldn’t resist though. Filming and posting TikToks for Becca and her ice cream shop has turned into way more fun than I thought it would be. I mean, I’m accustomed to shooting sexy content. That’s always a good time. But doing it with Becca feels different. It’s more playful. And teasing. I want to see just how far she’s willing to go.
When I walk into the store, she greets me with a shy smile and a knowing look.
“I saw what you did,” she says.
“What did I do?” I can’t help the hitch in my voice. She is the perfect combination of sweet and sexy.
When we shared that massive ice cream cone yesterday—when I realized just how close my mouth and tongue were to her mouth and tongue—my imagination went wild. I swear, I could taste her breath, and it made my mouth water. She was so sweet and so wet…
And for a few seconds, I let my imagination take a dirty turn. I imagined what it would be like to taste Becca’s perfect pink tongue and lips. And then my brain went downright filthy as I wondered how sweet she tasted in other places, specifically between her legs…
I clear my throat and silently scold myself for going there. Again. It’s bad enough that I let myself think those sleazy thoughts about Becca even once. But again? Not okay. Really, really not okay. Especially since I can pretty much guarantee she wasn’t thinking dirty thoughts about me. She was probably focused on her ice cream shop and saving her business. And there I was, standing less than a foot from her, fantasizing about the taste of her body.
I clear my throat and focus back on the moment. She’s standing in front of me doing that endearing-as-fuck scrunched mouth thing I notice she does when she’s working up the nerve to say something.
“Thanks to the comment you left on our video last night, we’ve gotten a lot of creative suggestions for today,” Becca says.
