Cupcake Overload (Cupcakes 2)

I gave the lingerie one last touch, then wove my way through the racks, and along a wall of porn, just in time to see them go behind one of the rooms closed by curtains.

Pulling my camera out of my purse as I walked, I surveyed the area and saw only a bored-looking twenty-something behind the counter, totally mesmerized by her cell phone.

I walked past the first curtained off-area and slipped into the second, then stood up on the bench and tip-toed up silently to peer over the top.

The surfer dude, and seriously we were nowhere near a beach, so I didn’t get his vibe, was currently motorboating the woman, who had her head thrown back in ecstasy. Luckily, her eyes were closed, so I was able to get a perfect shot of her face, and the aforementioned motor boating.

He was peeling her clothes off, eyes never leaving her breasts, and I realized just how much younger he was than her, at the same time coming to the conclusion that he was definitely a tits man.

The woman fisted her hands in his long blond curls, and I thought maybe I had the wrong woman. They seemed really into each other, and although the age difference was probably at least ten years, I had to admit I had the urge to give her a high five over it.

I mean, it’s always a score for the sisterhood when an older woman bags a younger man, even if he does have delusions of surferdom.

“You’re so much hotter than my husband,” she moaned, and I mentally turned that high five into a punch in the face. So much for the benefit of the doubt. She was not better than any other lying cheating asshole out there.

Even though I had evidence, I wanted the money shot, so there’d be no denying the affair and my client could make sure this bitch didn’t try to fight him in court.

His board shorts dropped to the floor, and seriously, this guy must live at the pool, because his ass was white as chalk.

“Sit down,” the woman urged, pushing his head back so that there was a popping sound when he released her nipple.

Ouch…

I watched as she lifted her skirt, then had to stretch way up and lift the camera out and over, to get a shot of her impaling herself on his penis.

Blondie’s head tipped forward to watch, blocking my view, but I was pretty sure I got the shot. Still, I took numerous photos as she rode him like a bronco.

I have to say, although they know how to make sex look good in porn, in real life, with real people, it was fumbling, messy, and embarrassing as hell.

She rose up, tits bouncing in a way that had him transfixed, then lowered quickly without looking and came down on his dick, hard. I knew he hadn’t made it inside when he yelped and she shouted, “Sorry!”

I bit back a laugh and lowered myself to the ground. I’d gotten everything I needed to give my client for his divorce lawyer, poor bastard.

I was headed out the front door when the scrap of black lace caught my eye again, and I doubled back to the rack I’d been looking at before. Once I found my size, I plucked it off the rack and headed to the counter, then was waylaid by a table filled with lotions, massage oils, and clamps.

I took my time, picking up bottles and reading the back, trying to decide if I was confident enough to bring some of this into the bedroom with Cade. Not that we needed it; I mean, the sex was off-th

e-charts hot. Still, I thought it might surprise and please him if I put a little effort into seriously spicing shit up.

“Can I help you with anything?”

I looked up to see that I’d taken too long in my perusal, because surfer dude was walking past me out the door, and the cheater was currently standing in front of me, looking freshly fucked.

“Um, no, I’m just looking,” I replied, then I grabbed the cherry-flavored massage oil, clit sensitizer, and anal beads, and walked to the counter.

“For buying four items, you get a free tube of lube,” the bored twenty-something said after she wrung me up, without ever looking up from her phone.

“Okay,” I said, thinking I didn’t want lube, but not wanting to argue.

“Peanut butter, grape, or chocolate?” she asked, and I think I threw up in my mouth.

“Uh, chocolate?”

She threw the tube in my bag, and I got the hell out of there. I opened the back of the van and hid the bag in the far corner, thinking I’d end up just throwing it out at some point. Well, maybe not the lingerie, but the rest of it? Yeah, I’d never be able to show that stuff to Cade.

“Holy hell, what am I going to do?” I semi-whined to Bea over coffee the next day. When I’d gotten back to the house, Cade was already there, shirtless and sweaty as he finished sanding the deck.

I’d felt equal parts turned on and icky after what I’d seen at the boutique, so I refrained from jumping him on sight. Still, he did make a beautiful picture.