Page 95 of Grounding the Baker
“I thought we could check something else off your list.”
Liam flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Ever since he’d sent those drunken texts, Austin had been working through all his requests. They’d ditched condoms. He had given Liam a quick fuck one morning, and sent him to the bakery with an arse full of cum. He’d eaten muffin batter off Liam’s body, and his favourite of all was when he’d pulled five orgasms out of Liam within the space of six hours. Thankfully, it had been a Saturday night, but walking had still been a challenge until Wednesday.
“Is your dick really this big?” he asked, waving the gigantic piece of rubber.
He put it against his own crotch, and it went past his belly button. The biological logistics of it didn’t seem possible.
“Make sure you take this home. I don’t want anyone else to see it and try to steal you off me.”
“They can try all they want. I’m not going anywhere,” said Austin, kissing him.
“I’d still prefer it if nobody knew. Ooh, next time Maisie’s away for the night, or when we both have a long lunch break on like, Monday, we can use this.”
Austin smiled. “And how do you want to use it?”
“We can stick it to the wall in the shower, and I can back up onto it. You can watch me getting fucked for a bit, and then I’ll suck your cock, so I’ve got you at both ends.”
Something flashed in Austin’s eyes, but it wasn’t heat.
“What was that look about?”
“What look?”
“Are you jealous of a replica of your own cock?” Liam chuckled.
The glare from Austin made him stop, but it was hard not to burst out laughing.
“Why don’t I just take it home so I can keep myself company on nights you’re not there?”
“No,” growled Austin. “You can’t use this without me there.”
Liam snorted, but Austin still had a glare on his face. “Why don’t you decide how we use it?”
Austin smiled and kissed him again. “Sorry. I’m possessive of you, and I want to be the one who gives you pleasure.”
“It’s cute.”
“Cute?”
“Okay, hot. Is that better?”
“Get your cock out.”
“What?”
“I want to suck your cock and then you can get back to your baking.”
“Chloe will be here in ten minutes to help me box up.”
“Better make it quick, then,” said Austin, dropping to his knees.
The festival had openedat ten o’clock, and four hours later the place was the busiest it had been all day. Thankfully, Liam had baked the cakes which would last and didn’t need to be fresh that morning ahead of time. They rarely sold anything that wasn’t baked on the day, but they’d had no choice this time.
He’d already made a few changes at the bakery, now he was the sole owner. Chloe had been promoted to manager, and although she could bake to help, she was happier with the customers, but she’d also taken to the business admin easily. Liam could do it himself, but it wasn’t the best use of his time. He belonged in the kitchen. He was recruiting for a baker, though, so he wouldn’t have to do as many early mornings.
Callum wanted to keep his current arrangement, and based on his performance earlier, Liam didn’t think he’d be around for long. His talent was phenomenal. Michael had asked him to do another set later in the day, which he’d agreed to.
Liam had also hired a full-time barista, and a part-time one. Edith had asked if she could have a week-to-week arrangement. She didn’t want to stop completely, but would still like to help when she could. It was definitely a heart over head business decision, but Liam was happy for her to come in when she could. The customers and staff liked her, and she was the only person who could pull Giselle into line when she was prying too much into Liam’s love life, which was always.
