Sweet Spot(Plaything #2)(11)

I'd been teasing Macy about the hottie in an apron with a rolling pin, but the truth was standing in a tight little kitchen with her flitting around, working the dough and building delicious things with her talented hands had given me all kinds of dirty thoughts. Of course, I was pretty sure Macy could just sit and read a book and it would give me dirty thoughts. And if there was one thing I'd been thinking a lot about, it was Macy.

After lunch with my so called friends, I had spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about what they'd said. I hated it when Zane and Trey teased me into questioning my own motives. I could never lie to myself. I couldn't deny that Macy being a virgin had piqued my interest, but it had very little to do with my feelings for her. Somehow, in a very short time, she had made me rethink everything. I'd never believed there was one woman out in the world meant to tame my heart, but Macy had changed that. After the long list of women I'd dated or been with, I'd finally met the one who I could picture myself being with long past the first few dates or a good long night of sex. I'd finally met a woman who I could see spending time with and who I would miss terribly if she was no longer around.

I hadn't been much help, the opposite most likely, but the one thing I could do with some skill was wash dishes. Being the youngest of four boys, I had somehow always managed to be the one stuck with dish duty.

Macy finished placing the last pastries on the cooling rack. She looked tired from another long day, and I found myself wanting to cradle her in my arms and kiss the weariness from her expression.

I picked up a pot and began to dry it. "You are doing the work of at least three people, Macy. Can't you hire someone to help?"

She started putting away the ingredients. "I plan to someday, when this business actually starts to make enough. But right now, I'm working just to keep this house and pay bills. I did, however, use my spread sheets to extrapolate when that might be. And I'm happy to announce that by winter of the year 2023, I'll be able to hire an employee."

I looked over at her to see if she was serious. The side of her lip tipped up with a weak smile, but her eyes were glassy. She shrugged. "I'm getting a lot of customers, and, most importantly, loyal customers, but the overhead is huge, and as you can see, the labor is intensive. When I look at the numbers, even with me selling out almost every day, I don't think I can ever make a real living selling goodies from a food cart. My real dream was to start my own bakery, with help and with a side business of custom cakes. But that all faded away with my botched wedding plans." She took a deep, sad sounding breath as she looked around at the dozens of amazing pastries she'd baked in her tiny kitchen in just a matter of hours. "You can see now why I had to turn down your offer to make a chocolate treat for your company. I just don't have any more hours in my day."

"I see that. By the way, we found someone to work with. One of the names you gave me. I think they call themselves the Chocolate Chicks. They were very excited, so I'm sure you'll be getting a thank you from them. I made sure to let them know you recommended them. If it works out well, they could have a permanent gig making chocolates for our boxes."

"Great," Macy said, sounding a little sad about it. "I went to school with Fran and Hanna. You'll like working with them."

"I would rather have been working with you." I put down the towel and wrapped my arms around her. She relaxed against me with a tired sigh. "I brought a new product that I think you'll like. The women at work, our highly enthusiastic product testers, really loved it. Why don't you take that shower you were mentioning, and I'll finish drying these dishes. Then we can give it a test run on you. I think you need it."

She lifted her face up to mine. "Oh my gosh, there's so much perfection to go along with those sparkling green eyes. I don't think I want to give you back."

"Give me back to who?"

"I don't know." She stepped out of my arms and waved her hand through the air as if it weighed a hundred pounds. "All those women you hang out with. Never mind. I'm so tired, I'm just rambling." She plodded to the bathroom, and I finished cleaning up.

I heard the shower running and soapy steam was drifting under the bathroom door. I walked out to my car and grabbed the bag with the lavender massage oil off the passenger seat. It had warmed in the last hours of daylight, just as I'd hoped. The women had been standing around the coffee pot this morning, smelling like a field of lavender and raving about the wonderful oil. I'd decided to grab a bottle and try it out on Macy.

I stepped back into the house. I headed to the bedroom to put down the bottle of massage oil. The shower turned off as I walked back down the hallway. I stood there and stared at the bathroom door, thinking about Macy standing on the other side, wet and naked. That was all it took to make me hard. I thought back to Sunday when I'd tasted her pussy and felt her come against my mouth. All I could think about after that was what it would feel like to be buried deep inside of her, holding her naked, trembling body in my arms as I pushed her to climax. For now, I would take it slow. It would take all my control, but I wanted to make this right for her. She'd waited so many years, I wanted her to be sure. I planned to use every technique and skill in my arsenal to make her ready. I needed her to want me as badly as I wanted her.

It seemed I was delusional about the amount of self-control I had when it came to Macy. Before I'd even formed the decision in my brain, I reached for the bathroom doorknob. It turned. I stepped into the steamy room.

I could see Macy's silhouette through the pink plastic shower curtain. She was wringing out her hair. As she turned her head outward, she obviously caught my silhouette as well. A small gasp echoed off the shower stall.

Her fingers curled around the edge of the curtain, and she peeked her face around. "Hello."

"Hello." I picked up the towel and held it open. "I decided I still had one more thing to dry."

I worried for a second that she'd shut the curtain and tell me to get out. Instead, she pushed back the curtain, unveiling the masterpiece that I'd been anticipating. I'd seen her mostly naked, but this was the first time she was completely naked and standing in full view.

I held the towel back for a second to allow myself the pleasure of looking at her. "You are head to toe beautiful, Macy."

"And you are far too practiced at flattery. I assure you that if you examined me closely, head to toe, there would be a whole list of flaws." She lifted her long, sleek thigh over the edge of the shower and stepped into to the waiting towel. She pointed out an inch long scar on her shoulder. "See this. An unsightly reminder of a front flip off my friend's diving board. Clipped myself good. The entire deep end of the pool turned red. Looked like a scene from Jaws."

"And yet you wear it just right, so it's very sexy." I leaned my mouth down and kissed the scar. I rubbed my hands along the towel, working up some warm friction to dry her skin.

She stood still and let me dry her, blinking up at me with her big brown eyes. "You are talented with terry cloth . . . among other things."

I rubbed the towel over her head, and she laughed as I gave it a good scrub. "I'm starting to feel a little like a dog that just came in from the rain." Her voice was muffled by the towel.

"That's the last thing I want." I wrapped the towel around her and took her hand. I led her down the hallway and waved my hand over the bed. "Welcome to the Chase England spa. Now drop the towel, darlin' and place that hot little body on the bed, perky bottom up."

Her eyes drifted to the bottle of oil. "Lavender. Ooh, I think I'm going to like this."

She made a show of removing the towel. I nodded in approval. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her breasts and tasting her nipples before she lowered her body onto the bed. My cock strained in my pants as I watched her climb onto the bed and lay down on her belly. Again, I couldn't stop myself from first kissing and then taking a bite out of her ass. I was hoping that allowing myself fun in little spurts would help ease some of the pressure I was putting on my body, like those small earthquakes that are supposed to relieve energy to avoid a cataclysmic earthquake. But it seemed each taste or touch only made the tension in my muscles and the throbbing in my cock intensify.

Maybe this would be the night when I heard Macy say, ‘please, Chase I want you’. I was sure going to do my damndest to make it happen.

I knelt down on the bed next to her body.

She lifted her head up. "Uh, excuse me, sir, but don't expect a good review for your spa if the masseuse doesn't at least take off his shirt. I'm kind of feeling a little overexposed. I haven't seen nearly as much of you."

"I don't want to risk a bad review." She watched as I lifted off my shirt. Her eyes drifted down to my fly where my cock was making no attempt at hiding itself.

"I see all your parts are working and in good order." She laughed and lowered her head to the pillow. "Maybe this will be a five star review after all."

"I sure as hell hope so." I squeezed a puddle of oil into my palm. Lavender permeated the air, even drowning out the lingering aroma of pastries in the house. I straddled her naked bottom. It was pure fucking torture. How badly I wanted to just yank off my jeans and introduce her to the world of fucking. I clenched my jaw and tried hard to refocus on the massage. I rubbed the oil in my hands and started at her shoulders.