Chapter Fourteen
It was Thursday morning, and anticipation ran through Plum’s veins—even more intensely than it had last Thursday. Gideon would be here soon and instead of dreaming about what he looked like under that perfectly pressed black shirt with the pristine white tab in the center of the collar, she would know.
She would know how his mouth felt plundering hers, how his day’s growth of beard felt scraping her inner thigh. She would know precisely the size and shape of the impact his big hand would make on her upturned ass, and she would know how it felt when he stroked his cock balls-deep inside of her.
Good. All of it was really goddamn good.
Whew. It was always kind of warm in here what with the ovens and the espresso machines, the moving bodies and the overhead lights, but she felt almost dizzy with it. Giddy, maybe? Giddy for Gideon? Wow, she was one of those obnoxiously smitten women. She had it bad for this guy. Which was maybe okay? Since he seemed to have it bad for her as well.
He’d seemed genuinely disappointed when she’d said she had to go, had helped her dress, walked her to the door, and kissed her goodbye. He’d even offered to walk her home but she’d refused. Mostly because she expected if he did, they’d have a round two and she genuinely did not have time for that if she wanted to have clean clothes for the week, and she did.
When her chores were done and she had everything ready for the next day she had perhaps taken a few moments after she’d gotten into bed to grind her still hot and swollen ass into her mattress and subsequently finger herself to an orgasm. Had perhaps done that every day this week in fact.
Being the attentive man he was, Gideon had texted her that night—though she’d already gone to bed and didn’t see it until morning—and each day following, asking how she was doing. She had a rule never to play again with a top who didn’t check in after a playdate, and she was smugly pleased though not surprised Father Gideon had passed that test with flying colors.
She hadn’t said anything to her employees about her, erm, religious experience, but she had been waltzing around like a freaking storybook princess and they could smell something was up. Gossip mongers, the lot of them.
Plum was in the back pretending to stock shelves but really daydreaming about being face down ass up and getting fucked by a man of God. Or being spanked by him. Caned by him. She was about to sneak into the staff bathroom to take another look at the gorgeous bruises he’d left her with when Dustin poked his head into the stockroom and grinned at her.
“Daddy’s here.”
Oh. And little did he know.Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy.Her pussy clenched with the memories.
Her whole body hummed as she dusted her hands off on her apron.
She had maybe changed her clothes a few times this morning and hoped he liked her outfit. She wasn’t actually sure which he preferred, pants or skirts, tight or twirly, but she knew for sure Gideon was an ass man so in the end she’d gone for a denim romper that had a thick red belt that cinched her waist and made her butt look out of this world. Plus some black fishnets because who didn’t like fishnets? And red patent leather stack-heeled Mary Janes, a bright red scarf wound around her head with her mass of hair spilling out the top in a riot of curls. Topped off with a red lip, winged black eyeliner, and some vintage enamel cherry earrings.
She arrived at the register just in time to tap one of her employees out who also smirked at her. Nosy bitches.
When Gideon in his staid customary black stepped up to order, the butterflies that had been flitting around her stomach started an all-out riot.
“Good morning, Father.”
“Good morning to you, Miss Brolingtide.”
They looked at each other with a pinch-lipped-trying-not-to-goofy-grin expression and for a moment, she was lost in him. Lost in those blue eyes and flooded by the ghosts of sensations past.
Someone cleared their throat and she flushed from her hairline down to her chest.
“Yes, right. What can I get for you?”
She flashed Dustin two fingers behind her back with a deep certainty Father Gideon was in the mood for something sweet. And if he couldn’t have her, he’d want the next best thing: one of their signature almond croissants.
“Almond croissant, please. Heated if you’re not too busy.”
“Of course.”
She shook her head and smirked inwardly as she typed in his order. Then reached under the counter to where she’d hidden something. It was probably stupid and he wouldn’t care and that was fine. Or maybe he’d think it was too much since they’d only been dating for like a week? If dating was what people called getting their kink on hardcore and fucking like rabbits anyway.
But Plum wasn’t fragile, her feelings wouldn’t be hurt either way. It wasn’t a big deal. It was, in fact, long overdue.
So she pulled out the mug and set it on the counter as she typed in the order for his flat white. Before she could hand it to Dustin, though, Gideon snapped it up, his blue eyes laser-focused on the white script emblazoned across the black-glazed ceramic:Let us love not in word or speech but in deed and truth.
Then his intense gaze was focused on her. “Did you get this for me?”
“Yes,” she said, not able to look him in the face and letting her mouth tug to one side. “It’s customary for our regulars to have their own mugs and you didn’t have one yet.”
“That was very sweet of you, Plum,” he said, handing it back to her. “Thank you.”