Page 58 of All This Time
Eyeing me curiously, she reaches for the other piece of red velvet and slowly brings it to my lips. I open my mouth and watch her cautiously place the cake inside, but before she can pull away, I grab her wrist, holding it in place as I close my lips around her fingers and swirl my tongue gently around them, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I do.
She gasps but doesn’t move as I toy with her thumb and index finger, torturing her with my tongue and teasing her before releasing them from my mouth with a pop.
Her green eyes grow darker, her pupils bold and large, and then she stares at my mouth for so long, I almost fucking grab her by the back of the head and smash my mouth to hers right here in this fucking bakery.
Making Laney Hart come has just become the number one thought in my mind, and that’s a big fucking problem.
“So, have we made some decisions?” Carolina surprises us both, making Laney jump in her seat as I move to discreetly adjust my cock.
Laney nods, directing her attention to Carolina. “Um, yes. We’ll go with the small tier in red velvet, the middle tier in chocolate, and the bottom tier in Funfetti.” Her eyes bounce over to me for one split second, and hope blossoms in my chest while I mentally war with the lines I crossed in the past fifteen minutes.
But I don’t regret any of it for a fucking second.
Laney and Carolina discuss the other details like flowers and colors, we help her clean up the mess, and then Carolina asks for a deposit for the cake. I slide my credit card across the counter before Laney can blink. “I’ll pay for the whole thing.”
“You don’t have to do that, Fletcher,” Laney argues. “Elliot said….”
“I don’t give a shit what Elliot said. I’m paying for the cake. End of story.”
Laney sighs as Carolina hands me the receipt to sign. “Well, that’s very nice of you.”
“It’s the least I can do. I have all of this money and no one to spoil. Might as well spoil my friends.”
Carolina arches a brow. “Are you looking for someone to spoil? Because last I recall, Fletcher Adams had no interest in love.”
I turn toward Laney and wait until she looks my way. “I guess I’m just waiting for the right person.”
Laney clears her throat as Carolina looks between the two of us. “You know, she might just be closer than you think. And when you find her, I expect you to come back so I can make your wedding cake as well,” she says cheerily. “Have a good day, you two. I’ll have the cake ready to be delivered in two weeks.”
“Thank you,” Laney says as I hold the door open for her and we step out of the bakery. She checks the time on her phone as we reach the sidewalk. “Shit, I need to get to the salon.”
“Did you drive?”
She shakes her head. “No, I just walked over from the salon since I went in early this morning to take care of some paperwork.”
“Then let me drive you.”
“It’s not that far of a walk, Fletcher.”
“It’s five to eleven, Laney. You don’t want to be late for your client.” She bites her lip, clearly weighing her options. “Don’t overthink it,” I add. “It’s just a ride.”
She exhales. “Fine.”
I take her by the hand and lead her to my truck, not wasting another second or giving Laney the chance to argue with me again. Holding her hand makes my body stay in the hyperaware state I was in while feeding her cake.
Opening the door for her, I help her inside.
“Thank you.”
“Wow. We’re up to eight thank-yous, ladies and gentlemen.” She shakes her head at me before I close her door, round the front of the truck, and drive her the short distance through The Village to her salon.
When I get out of the truck as she does, she asks, “What are you doing?”
“Walking you inside.”
“That’s unnecessary.”
I meet her at the front of my truck, right in front of the entrance to the salon. Glancing inside, I see her employees begin to gather at the front reception desk.
