The Best of Us (Love in Isolation 2)

He chuckles and opens the door for me. "I should really get out more."

As soon as we step inside, I smell the sweet fragrance of vanilla and sugar. My mouth waters with anticipation as a woman approaches us wearing all black.

"Hi, I’m Jennifer. May I help you?" she asks.

"Yes, my name is Kendall Montgomery. I have an appointment today. This is Ryan, my fiancé. He's the semi-picky one," I say, giving him a wink.

He reaches forward and squeezes my hip with a smile as the woman leads us to a private tasting room.

"I'll let everyone know you've arrived," she says, leaving us alone. The ceilings are high, and the large windows give the perfect view of the river down below.

"You look so goddamn gorgeous," Ryan whispers. He walks over, tucks long strands behind my ear, and kisses me. "If we weren’t in public right now…”

"You are such a tease," I say, brushing my lips across his. A second later, several people enter and deliver at least fifteen cakes on platters.

Jennifer returns with serving plates and a gigantic binder. Ryan and I exchange looks, and I laugh.

"So, we've created several cakes based on the survey you took before your arrival. We've got strawberry buttercream, chocolate almond, raspberry vanilla, and more."

"Mmm," Ryan says when she hands us forks, then cuts slivers of each one.

We work from left to right, and it takes everything I have not to eat more than one bite of each.

"This one’s my favorite," Ryan says, taking another bite.

I try it, and my eyes go wide.

"Ahh, that's white chocolate amaretto."

"So, how much would it be for us to get these eight?" I point them out.

"It depends on the tier level of each cake, and the design." She opens the book that's full of photos. "We can make all your dreams come true."

I flip through the pictures until I land on the one I adore. It's ten layers with flowers trailing up the side. It’s elegant but extravagant.

“I love this one," I admit, pointing at it.

She smiles. "Oh yes. That was created for the Luxury Bridal Show in Beverly Hills. It's very special. This is actual gold flakes, and there are diamonds studding the flowers on the cake from top to bottom."

Ryan nearly chokes. "Diamonds and gold flakes?"

I grin and so does Jennifer. "Yes, that's why it cost twenty."

"Twenty?" he asks.

She nods, but her tone stays serious. "Yes, twenty million."

I chuckle when he looks like he might faint. I continue flipping through the photos and see a cake that looks like a castle. One that's at least six feet tall with twelve layers, and another that's built upside down with the large layer on top. These cakes are incredible, and look like displays, not something that should ever be eaten.

"I'll leave you two to discuss what you'd like." She smiles and excuses herself.

"Kendall," Ryan mutters and comes close. I kiss him and taste the sweet sugar on his lips.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"You're not about to buy a million dollar cake."

I snort. "A million? Could be five."

His eyes are huge. "That's too much."

Grabbing his hand, I kiss his knuckles. "I'm the first of my parents' kids to get married. My father has insisted only the best."

With a lifted eyebrow, he tilts his head. "I should've asked Cami how much her cake cost."

"You'd shit your pants if you knew. You're so adorable," I admit, kissing him again.

He hums against my lips. "Should we have discussed a budget?"

I pull away and playfully smack him. "Is there a budget for the most important day of our lives?"

He rolls his eyes. "Choose whatever you want. It's why you're my spoiled little princess," he teases, which has me reaching forward to tickle the shit out of him. It’s become an inside joke between us. I learn forward, nibbling on his earlobe before I whisper. "The only thing I'm spoiled with is your cock inside me."

"Fuck," he groans and grabs my ass. "You play so dirty."

"Just wait until we get home," I warn with a smirk. Minutes later, Jennifer returns, and Ryan lets me make the final decision.

I choose the flavors and give them permission to stack them so the flavors are complementary to one another. Instead of having the diamond gold flake cake, I choose the twelve layered one with flowers that light up. After we sign the paperwork, I snap a picture of the cake so I can show Cami and Piper.

When we climb into the Range Rover, Ryan grins before our mouths crash together. We're so damn greedy for one another, there’s no way I can wait until we get home. With a snap, I undo his jeans. Just as things start to grow more heated, my phone buzzes.

Ryan's hand slips into my jeans, and I'm so goddamn wet as he circles my clit.

"I should probably get that," he whispers against my mouth as his phone vibrates. "Fuck."