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I used one of the dessert spoons to trail a stripe of the cream down the midline of her body, before setting a dollop onto each breast. She gasped at the chill and I dipped forward to suck it off her skin, chasing the coolness away. Luna squirmed beautifully as I lapped away the cream with a methodical slowness.
“I can’t quite decide if you look more like an angel or some hedonistic ancient queen. We should definitely fuck by candlelight more often.”
“I vote angel, even though I can’t see myself.”
“Yeah?”
“Your eyes go wicked dark in candlelight. Sexy demon vibes for sure, and I like when we’re a matched set.”
“Forbidden romance all around, then.”
“Yep.” Luna sat up slowly. “And on that note, I think you should let me worship you a bit. I want more dessert.”
I didn’t resist as she got me to lie on the table in her stead, and I shivered as she dropped the cold whipped cream wherever she pleased before teasing it with an eager tongue. I could’ve come straight away looking down at her as she stared back, her tongue sweeping up the length of my cock before sucking off the whipped cream tip she had added.
The angel comparison only grew as the candlelight haloed her, her tongue answering every prayer whispering through my head. She kept her fingertips resting on my thighs while she worked, nails ready to check any accidental bucking. It took all my restraint to keep still when she swallowed me down, the back of her throat teasing me before she retreated again.
I clung to the edge of the table, spread out like a divine offering. It was apt, because I could’ve died happy right then.
“You make the cutest sounds,” she mused, kissing up my length. “I like making you incoherent.”
I could only whine in response as her tongue curled around me. She took all of me in again and slipped off with a pop, grinning up at me, one hand meticulously keeping me on the edge.
“Fuck, Luna. You’re going to kill me.”
“Well, I certainly hope not,” she said with a mischievous grin. “I have plenty more in store for you tonight.”
Iwas going to have to quit my job. It was the only way that my new schedule was sustainable. Jasper had me coming over two to three nights a week so he could test how well I was learning everything in my program and to make sure it matched his exacting standards. I was only a couple of weeks into it, and I felt like I could barely keep my head above water with everything else I had going on.
Quitting wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Lux had already been looking to fill a daytime position, and she would still have all the applications ready so she could replace me. Now that I was eyeballs deep in preparation for my eventual bakery job, I was feeling a little bit nostalgic for the gym. Not enough to stay, but enough to make me apprehensive about leaving.
The timer for the cookies I had in the oven went off, and I cursed as a burnt smell wafted up my nose when I opened the door. The tops of them were okay, but the undersides were way overdone.
“I think you might’ve rolled them a little bit thin,” Jasper said.
I probably had. I was busy trying to sort out how to balance everything and hadn’t been paying quite as much attention as I should.
I prepped a fresh batch of the cookie dough without needing to be told, focusing on the proper thickness this time. With that batch in the oven, I turned to the focaccia that was in their second oven. Jasper insisted on me doing multiple recipes at once since I would have several projects going at a time in the bakery and I needed to be able to manage them. My program taught me the skills for executing the recipes, and all the fancy techniques, but all of that would only go so far if I couldn’t handle the pace and the environment. I wanted to be good at this. I wanted to prove to Mom that I could stick to something long-term, and I wanted it for myself too.
I pulled the bread out of the oven and waved Jasper over. “Does this look right to you?”
It looked right to me, but Jasper had a million times more experience than I did, and I wasn’t confident enough yet to make the call on my own.
“It looks perfect.” Jasper grinned. “Good job, Luca.”
Relief had me dancing in place. I had made so many loaves of focaccia that my home never stopped smelling like fresh bread, the ovens on anytime I was home and awake. “Thanks! I’ve done a lot of practice loaves.”
“I can tell. You’ll be ready for the bakery in no time.”
The praise was exactly what I needed after scraping the bottom of the barrel for the energy to get through the day. He might’ve even said it completely offhand, but it meant the world to know that he could see my progress and that I wasn’t completely imagining it.
“Really?!” I asked, just to be sure. “I mean, I think they taste good, but you’re the master. It’s such a tricky bread to get perfect every time.”
“Really really,” Jasper said with a laugh. “You’re doing amazing. Which is a very good thing, considering construction of the facility has already started.”
“I’m so ready. I’ve been giving a lot of my practice loaves away to the older folks in my mom’s neighborhood. They’ve been pretty jazzed about it.”
“That’s sweet. I’m sure they appreciate it.”
