Sugar Rush (Friend-Zoned 3)
of many an orgasm, you need to call Icing on the Cake and have me UNBANNED! I need cupcakes…stat!
His response comes immediately.
Max: Cupcake, I thought I was all the sugar you needed.
I can’t help but snicker. The ass.
Me: Although you are magically delicious, this is not a joke. I’m having withdrawals. I’m itchy and red, and I’m grouchy. You don’t want me to be grouchy to my clients, do you?
A minute later, my phone pings.
Max: I definitely do not want you grouchy, sweetheart. I’ll make the call. Give me a half-hour.
My heart swells at his calling me sweetheart. Then I stomp, clap, and silently squeal.
Me: I could kiss you right now!
A moment later, my phone vibrates in my hand.
Max: Baby, I want more than your lips.
In a mock-swoon, my head hits my desk with a thud. After the throbbing between my legs subsides, I lift my head and type a response.
Me: I’m at work! You can’t be sexy to me while I’m at work!
I should’ve guessed his response before I got it.
Max: Sure I can. x
I go about typing out my client reports with a smile on my face. Time passes quickly, and before I know it, I’m done. Sitting up in my chair, I reach behind me and rub my stiff shoulder. I guess having sex after such a long time is hard on the muscles. A pair of manly hands land on my shoulders and start kneading. A low moan escapes me. “Oh yeah.”
Lips hit my ear and whisper, “I think I’ve heard you say that before.” My eyes snap open, but the whispers continue, “But it was more like ‘Oh yeah, more’ and ‘Oh yeah, just like that’.”
Relaxing back into him, I ask through a smile, “What are you doing here?”
I try not to pout at the loss of his hands on me, then stand and turn to face him. Max grins down at me, looking good enough to eat in dark denim, a grey long-sleeved tee bunched up to the elbows, and white sneakers. He also holds a box in his hand.
A large pink and white box.
My heart skips a beat. I ask in shock, “You didn’t?!” Snatching the box out of his hands, I set it on my desk and open it to find a dozen pretty cupcakes sitting there, waiting to be sampled. I spin around and sputter, “B-but why?”
He lifts his hand and runs his thumb down my cheek. “Because you’re amazing. Because you’re funny and sweet. And because you deserve a sugar rush.”
My heart implodes from all the feels. I don’t even care I’m at work. I take the three steps over to him, lift my hands to cup his cheeks, and pull his face down to mine, planting soft, wet kisses onto his full lips. “Thank you, honey.”
He reaches up to my hands on his cheeks and gently takes them into his own, stepping away. He lifts my hands to his mouth and takes turns kissing at the knuckles of each hand. “I have to get back to work.” Walking backwards, he asks, “You’re coming to cook with Ceecee tomorrow, yeah?”
I shrug, knowing I could never deny him. “Of course.”
He winks at me before turning and jogging out the door. I sit back at my desk, smiling, and eye the open box of cupcakes, my sudden hunger for cake dissipating.
My smile fades. Max was right.
He’s all the sugar I need.
And that scares the living shit out of me.
Chapter Twenty-Nine