Page 37 of Sweet Heat at Bayside
“I like a man who knows what he wants. For here or to go?”
“To go, please,” Drake said, pulling Serena against his side. “We’ve got a lot of ground to cover before noon.”
Serena read the description of the Chocolate Orgasm. The name alone was enough for her to get excited, but the description—a decadent chocolate-cake-style doughnut filled with rich, creamy chocolate pudding, dipped in Hershey’s chocolate syrup, and rolled in crushed chocolate cookies—had her licking her lips.
“Ah, tourists, huh?” the blonde said as she carefully put the doughnuts into a bag.
“I just moved here from the Cape.” Serena nudged Drake. “Which means Drake’s the tourist.”
After she made their coffees, they followed her down to the cash register. “Well, I’m Abby. I hope you’ll come back often. It’s nice to get to know new faces.”
Drake paid and said, “I have a feeling you’ll have a hard time getting my girlfriend to stay away.”
Serena’s heart skipped atgirlfriend. It sounded even better coming off his lips than she’d imagined.
“A fellow sugar fiend,” Abby said. “I look forward to seeing you again…?”
“Serena,” she said. “And this is Drake.”
“Enjoy your orgasm,” Abby said, and then she went to help another customer.
As they left, Drake tugged Serena closer and whispered, “Silly baker put a hole in the middle of the Chocolate Orgasm instead of giving it a creamy center. Guess that means I get to dip my chocolate in your cream.”
Heat spread through her chest at his naughty innuendo. “How do you know I want the Boston cream doughnut?”
His scruff hit her cheek again, and in a voice that nearly melted her panties off, he rasped something dirty.
She gasped, and he chuckled.
“See what happens when you unleash the beast? Too much for you, Supergirl?”
“Never.” And now all she could think about was his naughty whispers.
Half an hour later, Serena was still riding a sugar-and-Drake-high as they explored Faneuil Hall Marketplace. It was like they’d walked into another world, full of colorful shops, brick-and-stone courtyards, and historic buildings, all of which gave the area a festive feel. They moved with the crowds, shopping and checking out kiosks.
“This reminds me of a bigger, upscale Provincetown,” Serena said. “Only different.”
“I like how you relate places to home.” He looked over the heads of the people around them, leading her through the crowd to a kiosk selling sunglasses. He chose a pair of bright purple shades and put them on Serena. “Now, that’s high fashion.”
She glanced in the mirror, beside which was a pair of green sunglasses and a straw hat. She snagged them both and put them on him. “Are you ready to hit Palm Springs, darling?”
They tried on several pairs of funky sunglasses, teasing each other and being silly, and finally bought matching gold-framed glasses. Hers had pink lenses and his had blue. At the next kiosk, Serena bought a hair clip and put her hair up in a messy bun to get sun on her shoulders. Drake immediately claimed the bare skin with a series of scintillating kisses.
They moved from one shop to the next, and when they rounded one of the three main shopping buildings, they came upon street performers.
“Let’s watch!” Serena dragged Drake toward a couple doing acrobatics in the middle of a crowd. A short distance away, a man hung upside down wearing what looked like a straitjacket.
“Look!” She headed that way.
Drake laughed. “You’re like a little girl in a candy store.”
“I can’t help it. This is so fun.” She was mesmerized by the escape artist manipulating his way out of the restraints. The crowd cheered, and she clapped and bounced on her toes. She turned toward Drake to hug him and realized he’d been watchingher, not the show.
He lifted her off her feet, smiling into their kisses. When he set her back on her feet, he kept hold of her, gazing into her eyes with a look shefeltrather thanread. It was like he was seeing more of her than anyone ever had.
“What?” she asked tentatively.
“It feels good not to have to hide when I want to look at you or touch you.”
