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“It’s so nice to meet you!” She reaches for him and he gives her a hug with red darkening his cheeks. It’s cute as fuck.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Joey stammers and when she steps back, I reach for his hand to bring him to me.
“I introduced him to your amazing cinnamon rolls, along with some of the other guys on his hockey team.” I wink at him and the blush is now crawling down his neck. It’s so fun to embarrass him. “Any chance you’ve got some today?”
She waves a hand at him. “Of course I do, they’re my best seller.”
Joey groans quietly and I cough into my hand to hide my laugh.
“I hate you so much right now,” he whispers in my ear.
“Not as much as you’re going to.”
He groans out loud this time and I snort. Fuck, I love this.
“What else do you have today?” I step up the glass display and take in all the options while my mind goes crazy. “Donuts, we’re going to need some of those too.” I turn to look at a very red-faced Joey. “Do you think Brendon would like donuts? He seems to like…everything.”
“I’m sure he would enjoy donuts.”
“I already promised him a cinnamon roll.” Debbi gets a box down and sets it up for my order. “Okay, I’m going to need three cinnamon rolls, six donuts—two frosted, two chocolate, two old-fashioned—two apple fritters, and… a croissant.”
Joey sighs and steps up next to me. “You do realize that Brendon is going to attempt to eat half of this box?”
“I’ll distract him, trust me.”
“Oh God,” Joey says under his breath.
Debbi gets it all packed up for me, and gives me a massive discount, which I add to her tip jar. She comes around the counter and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t be a stranger, you hear me? And take some business cards for the boys who need more pastries,” she says with a wink. Joey takes the cards and puts them in his back pocket. “You too, don’t be a stranger. It was good to meet you.”
Joey smiles at her and gives her a hug. “It was nice to finally meet the infamous cinnamon roll baker.”
She laughs and we say goodbye.
We’re almost to the car when Joey says, “I’m not fucking another cinnamon roll.”
“How do we feel about bagels? Donuts? Danish? Apple fritter?” I ask him seriously, because I have plans. Lots of delicious plans.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He turns his back to the car and leans against it with his arms crossed.
“What? I like my pastries with a side of dick.” Duh.
“You’re broken.”
“Don’t yuck my yum.” I lean into him, holding the box to the side so I can get close.
“I’m not yucking nothing.”
“Good, then get in the car, open your pants, and let me suck your dick until we give this donut a new glaze.” The fact that heat flares in Joey’s eyes is a damn miracle. Fuck, I love this guy.
He reaches into my pocket, eyes locked on mine, and grabs the keys.
“I think you owe me road head for embarrassing the shit out of me in there.” He quirks a brow and, yeah, fair is fair.
“Done, get that glorious dick out.” I hustle to the passenger side, putting the bakery box in the back seat and grabbing a donut with icing on it. Joey adjusts the seat so I have room to suck his dick.
“Why is this so hot? You’ve ruined me for baked goods.” Joey eyes the donut in my hand as he opens his pants and releases his beautiful cock. I really could worship this thing like it’s a god.