Page 22 of Lemon Cake

“Good, then there’s no reason for you to wait for me to watch.”

“You’ve watched it already?”

“Yes. So, you can watch whenever you want and I’ll jump in later.”

“Sounds like I’m the winner on this one.”

Gemma laughed and snuggled as close as she could while they ate and the show played quietly on the TV. After they cleared their plates, Rider prepared two bowls of ice cream. The evening was spent with Gemma under his arm, and that was something that Rider could get used to. He stole a few kisses here and there, but didn’t go any further than that, afraid he would push his luck too much.

After a while and many yawns, Gemma pulled away and stretched. “I think I should get going.”

Although he wasn’t ready to let her go, he did before asking, “So, I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Definitely.”

“Message me the time and address and I’ll meet you there.”

He followed her as she grabbed her belongings from the kitchen counter and walked her to the front door.

“Can I steal one more kiss before you leave me?” Truthfully, Rider wanted to dosomuch more, but something told him that he needed to take things slow with her.

In place of an answer, she grabbed him by the hair at his nape and yanked him down into a kiss, pulling a surprisedgrunt from his chest. He wasn’t sure if she was just warming up to him or teasing him on purpose, but she licked across the seam of his mouth—and Rider didn’t hesitate to open for her. She didn’t pull back either which made it hard to keep his dick from taking control. This time she was the one pulling back, her face flushed and her lips swollen.

“Be safe, okay?”

She nodded.

“If you don’t text me the moment you get home, I’m coming after you to make sure you’re okay.”

She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll keep that in mind for another day.”

Rider watched as she walked out and got into her car, his heart racing wild with each step she took.

Rider

Sunday morning hadn’t come fast enough, but Rider could finally breathe as he pulled up to Gemma’s daycare. It was a nice place in a good neighbourhood with a huge playground in the back. He pulled out his phone and texted her.

I’m here.

Coming!

Gemma greeted him at the entrance with a bright smile, her arms wrapping around him, and her lips placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“How are you, beautiful?”

“Good,” she responded, nuzzling into his neck.

Gemma then led him inside with a tight grip on his hand. The hallways were a bright white with pictures and crafts the children had made covering the walls. A few classroom doors had been propped open, so he was able to peek inside. The classrooms were painted in warm colours and neatly decorated, though each one had a separate theme.

Gemma stepped into her classroom and proudly looked around. “I know it’s a mess but hopefully in a few hours I’ll have most of it put away again.”

Toys littered the space, crowding the shelves and spilling onto the carpet.

“I just bleached them down like I do every year, so I need them dry before they can be put away,” she quickly explained.

“I didn’t think of that.”

“End of the year is deep clean time.”