Page 25 of Lemon Cake

“Ah, don’t want your arm candy getting fat, huh?”

“I don’t want to be the reason you’re jobless.”

Rider simply laughed and drove off, holding her hand the whole time.

“Thank you for coming today,” Gemma said softly, gazing out the window.

“I actually had more fun than I thought I would.”

“You came even though you didn’t think you would enjoy yourself? What a compliment.” Gemma laughed, but with a sense of pride.

“Well, I came because I enjoy spending time with you. Having fun was just a bonus.”

Exhausted, they elected to grab their food to-go and eat in the truck. Rider drove back to the daycare and parked next to her car. The otherwise vacant lot and dark building told him they were the only ones left.

After eating his crispy chicken sandwich, he rested his head back and eyed Gemma curiously. “So, are you going to think of me?”

Gemma casually sipped at her vanilla shake, then dramatically gasped and clutched her chest. “I never thinkof you. I don’t even know who you are! Please take me home.”

When she gave him a mischievous grin, he returned it, dropping his voice down to a low rumble. “I was hoping you’d think of me tonight when you pull out your toys.”

Heat crept up on her neck, slowly spreading to her cheeks. “You did?”

“Of course. I mean you can do whatever pleases you, but I was hoping I left some kind of impression.”

Gemma chewed on her straw, decimating the plastic. “You did.”

Blood rushed to his crotch instantly. “What would you think about, sweet Gemma?”

“Maybe about how we kiss.”

He relaxed more into his seat, eyes on her as he widened his legs to make room for his growing erection. He wanted to reach down and ease the pressure, which was becoming uncomfortable, but stopped himself before even one muscle in his arm could move. “Which toy is your favourite?”

Rider didn’t miss the way her eyes darted down to his crotch—and his cock throbbed under the attention. “I don’t really have a favourite.”

“Will you let me choose which one I get to use on you?”

He tried to hide his wince as his erection rubbed painfully against his zipper. It felt as if one wrong move would scare her away. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but after their talk earlier he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to know every little thing that made her tick.

Gemma nodded, still chewing on her straw.

“What if I bought you a surprise?”

“A toy?”

“Mmhmm.” Rider nodded, clenching his fists by his sides in a desperate attempt to not touch himself.

“What do you have in mind?”

He tried to sound confident but the slight waver in his voice betrayed him. “Something we might enjoy together.”

Gemma’s eyes widened. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Would you be open to trying new things with me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice raspy.

His dick throbbed again, and he truly hoped she would give his thought a chance if he took things slow.