Shapiro
Just when I think I have myself distracted from the idea of Penny being outside of the apartment, without me, movement catches my attention on the screens in front of me.
Yes, I said screens. As in multiple. No, I’m not ashamed of the seven state of the art monitors lining my desk, whose footage now includes the kitchen below.
But I should be, as my mouth waters at the sight of her body moving to a song that I can’t hear. Dancing around the kitchen of Spotlight while she bakes.
She’s in her zone. Doing her thing. Her Kool-Aid.
Dropping the security brochure I was reviewing, I lean back in my chair and study her. The way her hips rock back and forth as she beats the batter has me adjusting myself. The thought of the way I want her hips to rock back in forth—
I really need to get some work done, but she is all I can think about. I see her, hell, I can even smell her. Her sugary scent of vanilla is all over this apartment. From the sprinkles in my kitchen to the froufrou bath shit in my shower and every place in between, she has left her mark on this place. And me.
Penny has somehow, in a few short weeks, transformed this apartment into more of a home than it’s ever been.
Before I get all pansy emotional about what that means, she bends over to put the cupcake pans into the oven and I see her little sundress riding up high on her thighs.
Pink! There is pink icing smeared on her golden skin.
Shit! I can’t leave her down there like that, what if Jake or someone comes in and sees. Her dress didn’t look that short when she walked down.
Grabbing my phone and locking up, I stomp my way down to the kitchen. Stopping by the club’s main security room very quickly to turn off the kitchen cameras.
No one else needs to have eyes on her. I’m going to be there.
Thankfully no one interrupts me in my quest. Knowing she’s virtually alone has me sweating just a little, until I round the corner and hear the sound of her voice as she hums to herself. She knew I would be watching, but from upstairs, not here across the room.
I can’t help but go back on my word to give her some space. I want to give her something all right and it has nothing to do with space.
Unable to stand back, I walk up and wrap myself around her from behind.
“Jeez!” She jumps, flinging icing before I brush her hair aside and place a kiss to her neck. “You scared me!”
“Sorry,” I mumble, my lips grazing her skin and my hands gripping her hips. And I am. I never want to be the cause of her fear. The opposite in fact. I want to erase every fear, every threat.
She relaxes back into me and the hum of the industrial refrigerator is the only sound I hear besides her heavy breathing, matching my own.
So much has changed. She finally feels comfortable with me, and I don’t want to ruin that, but I need her so bad. Need to have my hands on her. My mouth on her.
Before I can talk myself out of it like I have so many times since that kiss, she turns around and looks up at me. The desire on her face is plain as day.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Her voice is breathless, and I notice she has icing on one hand and an icing bag in the other.
“I’m hungry for something sweet,” I tell her.
“Well, you’re in luck, because I have a batch almost ready.” She smiles, and it hits me in the gut.
“I’m not hungry for cupcakes.” I stare down at her before bringing her hand to my mouth, licking the icing from her fingers.
One.
By.
One.
“Oh,” she whispers.
“Yeah, oh.” I swirl my tongue up her palm and to her wrist, applying light pressure as she falls into me.
I’ve been patient, but when a tiny moan escapes her lips, my resolve snaps and I lift her into my arms and set her onto the counter with a gentle thud.
“Oh. Cold.” She winces from the stainless steel on her bare thighs, the icing falling to the ground.
“I can help with that,” I promise her as I bend down to retrieve the bag from the concrete floor.
She watches me as I slowly move to stand between her legs and she opens them wider in invitation.
My palms rest on her knees and slowly trail up and under the hem of her dainty dress. Reaching around under one leg, I drag my finger higher and collect the wayward pink sugar before bringing it to my lips to lick it away.
“I noticed you had a little icing here.”
She arches back, watching me.
“Sometimes, I’m a little messy.” She blushes, and I know this is all new to her. Foreplay. Seduction. The fun that comes from making your lover squirm beneath your hands before you have barely even touched them.
Hands that only touch for pleasure, comfort.
“Messy is good.” I wiggle my fingers, still sticky with pink goo.
She leans forward and takes my fingers in her hand, before bringing them to her own lips.
I see her tongue dart out to taste my skin before I feel it. I grow painfully hard at the sight alone, but when her warm mouth takes my thumb into her mouth, I nearly make a fool of myself.
But I fight to maintain my self-control, to give her this chance to explore. When I’m satisfied she’s ready for more, I pull my hand away and shift upward, taking her lips with my own.
Our mouths meld together—a mix of salty and sweet. Skin and icing. Desire and hope.
She moans into my mouth and I raise the skirt of her dress around her waist, careful not to completely expose her as I gently ease her back, my palm dragging slowly down her chest, right between her perfect tits.
She falls back onto her elbows and looks at me, turned on and confused.
“What are you doing? I’ve never—” she breaths out heavily.
“Shhh. It’s okay. You trust me?” I ask, trailing my finger up her inner thigh resting it against the hem of her lace panties. Her moisture soaking into my skin while I wait for the green light to pleasure her.
“Yes, Shapiro. I trust you. Always.” She sighs, edging closer to me.
A simple yes would have been enough, but hearing my name fall from her lips, lips swollen from my kisses, is my undoing.
Pulling the lace aside, I let my finger brush against her as I ease my mouth onto her, letting my tongue work a slow pace, just enough to caress her before withdrawing, then going deeper.
She moans, and her hips begin to buck as I drown in the delicious taste of Penny. The more I drink her in, the hungrier I become.
Picking up the pace, her hands tangle in my hair and I hold her in place and greedily lap her up as she rides out her ecstasy.
She falls over the edge, giggling and moaning as she writhes against my lips.
Just as I draw back and peer at her from between her gorgeous legs, the timer goes off.
I dip back down to place one last gentle kiss to her core, before letting her panties fall back into place.
Standing and helping her sit up as she adjusts her clothes she watches me, growing silent.
“Was I? Was it—” She stumbles over the words and I am crushed she doubts herself so much.
“Perfection.” I lean in and kiss her once more. Letting her taste herself on my lips.
“It’s actually my new favorite dessert.” I smile against her lips.
“Is that so?” She laughs. Drawing back, I see her smile is where it belongs.
“Yep. How about you? You okay?” I search her face for any traces of regret but only find her looking at me like I just hung the fucking moon and it’s the best feeling in the world.
“More than okay,” she whispers as I help her down before she rushes to get the cupcakes that are now burning.
“How much work do you have left?” I ask.
“I think I’m done here.” She winks, pulling them from the oven setting them aside to cool.
She may be done, but I’m just getting started, I think to myself as we clean up.