“For tonight?”
“Just tonight.” He winks at me. “And because we have to be up early.”
“Prepare for cake.”
His face looks a little green. “I’m not the biggest fan of sweets. I can’t promise I’m going to try everything.”
“That’s okay.” I kiss him softly. “I love you.”
“And that’s all the sweetness I need.” He hums.
Somehow, I manage to get sleep. But as soon as my alarm goes off, it’s go-go-go. There’s no stopping productivity. I end up dressed, and turned around twice because I keep forgetting things, but once we’re in the limo, there’s no turning around. I keep wondering what else I’ve forgotten because there has to be something, but Gunner takes my hand.
“Stop worrying. Just accept today. Okay? After cake, we can go to some bodega and get some salty, completely unhealthy treats and relax. We’ve earned it.”
“How do we have time to relax?”
“Because I say so and I’m obviously in charge.” He shrugs, then flashes a wide smile when I narrow my eyes. “And because if you’re a good girl, I get to reward you.”
“You couldn’t keep your hands off me either way. Where’s the incentive?”
“The amount of times you get to come is the incentive, sweets.” He purrs in my ear. “One or five. It’s up to you?”
I squirm and squeeze my thighs together. He’s got a hell of a point there. I do like coming and with that number, I’m thinking it might be a group session which I would love. I love having them separately and being able to focus all my attention on one man at a time, but having all of them touch me, overwhelm me, and turn me into a quivering mess of pleasure is long overdue.
By the time we get to the bakery, I’m more than happy to behave, state my opinion, and move on. Especially if that means getting to have more fun with my men. But then we’re seated around a huge table and I see little sample cakes spread out.
The chef has a pink stripe running through his hair and claps his hands together. “So, we have several flavors for you all to try. There is vanilla, lemon, devil’s chocolate and chocolate ganache. There is also an almond and orange cake, butterscotch, and – my personal favorite – a mascarpone cake with strawberries.”
We each get a little bit of it, with the frosting to try. I try the mascarpone first and fall in love. It’s light and fluffy with just the right amount of sweetness. The ripeness of the strawberries is even better. I end up eating the whole piece.
Gunner nudges me. “Am I going to have to roll you out of here?”
“Maybe, but I’ll be fat and happy.” I tease him back.
“Sounds like the best possible scenario.”
GUNNER
Holy fuck the cake is amazing. The Devil’s chocolate is sinful and I swear I’m ready to claim it all as mine. Sophie takes one bite of the butterscotch and freezes, schooling her expression. I nearly choke as I steal a bite from her plate.
It’s overwhelmingly sweet. She shakes her head slowly and then says she’s done. She lets the others finish and then her hand brushes my thigh. I guide her to my cock and she rubs the spot until I’m hard and eager to pull her hand into my jeans so she can take full advantage of what I have to offer.
But a throat is cleared and I get a harsh look from Valerie. Just to get under her skin, I rub my hand along the inside of Sophie’s thigh until I’m teasing her underwear … except she’s not wearing any and she jumps a little when my finger brushes her slit.
Her face goes bright red and I see Holden smirk. Roman’s eyes flick to hers and the desire there is so hot that I know she’s not getting away tonight without dealing with all four of us.
“So, the decisions.” Valerie tries to refocus.
Massimo keeps grinning to himself as he shoves the rest of his cake down his throat. The man acts like he’s never fed, despite the fact that I know he eats more than anyone else alive.
“I love the mascarpone,” Sophie says to fill the silence as she pushes my hand away from her pussy.
“The devil’s cake is my top.” I tighten her hand around my cock when she tries to pull it away.
“The mascarpone won me over too.” Holden agrees. “But I liked the vanilla as well and I think it would be good to have that for guests.”
“I really liked the Devil’s chocolate, even if it means agreeing with that asshole.” Valerie glares at me. “But the orange almond. Heavenly.” She closes her eyes and licks her finger.