Hey There, Delilah... (25 page)

I never thought I would he
ar those words leave my lips.  Fake engagement or not, calling her my fiancée was a shock to the system. Even bigger shock is the fact that it didn’t scare me as much as it would have even six months ago – B.D. - before Delilah.  

We hop out of the car and head across
the street to Delectable Desserts. I grab her hand while we are walking and she looks at me, contentment in her eyes. I give her hand a squeeze, and wink at her, my way of acknowledging that I feel the same way.

We enter the cake shop and the sweet
, sugary smell hits me right away.  I don’t know how anyone can work in a place like this.  Don’t get me wrong, I like my cannolis as much as the next guy, but this is overwhelming; Delilah, however, looks like a pig in shit.  And if sitting in a room filled with a fuckload of sweets makes her smile like she is right now, I will do it every day for the rest of my life, just so I can see that light in her eyes. 

I am so consumed by the smell – and staring at Delilah – that I just realized
that a bell is still chiming from when we walked through the door.  Only, it isn’t the normal, standard door bell ding dong to let an employee know we are here.  It is actually playing Richard Wagner’s
Here Comes the Bride
.  I groan and Delilah shoots me a look. I give her a little pinch on the butt and she giggles - now that’s a sound they should record and play when people walk through the door. 

We walk further into the sto
re, waiting for someone to greet us.   From the back comes what I later find out to be Donna, Fronk’s assistant.  As it turns out, Fronk was called away to a last minute shotgun celebrity wedding in California, and apparently, the bride and groom were willing to double his fee.  So, we will be meeting with Donna today.  To tell you the truth, I am a little relieved, and I think Delilah is as well, but probably not for the same reasons.  I was just afraid of offending him when he introduced himself. Nervous that I wouldn’t be able to contain my laughter when he said his name. Anyway, Donna seems like a pleasant woman, and hopefully this will be quick and painless.  I have plans for Delilah tonight, and I am ready to get started on them.

Donna seats us at a small square table for two in the corner of the store
, our backs to the wall. We are seated next to each other, Delilah to my left, while Donna is across from us.  The table is dressed elegantly, with a white linen tablecloth, fresh flowers, and two glasses of water.   She explains to us the process and what we can expect, pulling out a book full of options – pictures, packages, and prices.  She leaves the book with us to flip through, while she heads to the back where the kitchen is located.  She tells us to sit tight, she will start bringing out their most popular samples, and as we pick out things we want to try, she will have sample sizes of them prepared as well.

Once Donna is out of sight, I lean back and wrap my left arm around Delilah’s shoulder
, giving her a quick peck on her temple. She leans into it, and my heart skips a beat. She in turn rests her right hand on my thigh.  My muscle twitches briefly at the feel of her hand. It has been almost a week since she has touched me. I can feel her looking at me, so I turn toward her. She flashes me a naughty smile, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“What are you thinking, D
oll?” I ask, trying to figure out what’s causing that look she’s giving me.

“Nothing. 
Just reviewing the book Donna left us,” she answers, looking back at the book.

Delilah’s right hand
– not the one still on my thigh driving me crazy - reaches up to her hair and starts to twirl the ends. Ah ha! That’s her tell.

“You are an awful liar.”

Delilah laughs, lets out a little snort, and then covers her mouth. “I know,” she says, shaking her head.

I give her a little kiss on the nose, acknowledging the snort, but at the same time, letting her know that I think it is adorable.  Just like the rest of her. 

“Well? Tell me,” I prod.

“
Remember our date at the zoo?”

“
Of course,” I answer, raising an eyebrow. Where is she going with this?

“Remember
what you did to me in the reptile house?” 

“
How can I forget? That was hot,” I say with a ‘pleased with myself’ look on my face.

“
Well, payback’s a bitch.  That’s all I’m saying.”

And that’s all she said, just before her hand leaves my thigh and creeps its way toward my already rock hard cock.
My body jumps involuntary at the electricity jolting through me as her hand makes contact, my back slamming against the wall.

“Shit!  Delilah, what are you doing?” I ask incredulously.

“Just having a little fun,” she answers, offering me a one-shoulder shrug.

“But, Donna’s going to be back any minute now,” I say,
reminding her of where we are.

Delilah leans in close to my ear, and throws my words back in my face, “that’s what makes it exciting.”

Delilah wiggles her eyebrows, and I groan as my cock pulses at the thought of what she has planned for me - pure torture. But the best kind.

Donna comes and goes several times, bringing all different kinds of desserts,
starting with pastries. Delilah tastes them all, but I only nibble at a few. She leaves her hand just resting on my cock, and I am struggling.  I lean forward a little trying to create some friction, but she notices what I am doing and gives me a little squeeze.  A small moan escapes my mouth and she teases me even more with a quick rub up and down in her tight little fist. If she does that again, I might just come in my pants. That’s how ready I am.

“You are killing me, woman,” I tell her, but she just continues to sample the pastries
, ignoring my poor dick, who is begging for attention.

Donna walks up again to clear our plates and brings us fresh water. She asks how we are enjoying everything so far.  Delilah
licks her lips and answers, “very well, thank you.  But, I enjoy my desserts with cream.” And just then, she begins to really stroke my tortured cock.

The combination of her comment, and her hand, causes me to choke
on my water and start to cough. Both ladies look at me, asking if I am all right, but only one knows why I am in such disarray.

I take a deep breath and attempt to speak
, but Delilah is not letting up.  In fact, she manages to lower my zipper and finagle her hand down my pants. Now we are skin on skin, and I am on the verge of shooting my load. “Fine. Yes. Thanks. Me, too.  Enjoy my desserts creamy,” is all I get out before Delilah finally steps in.

“Nick loves cannolis.  Do you think you could have some samples prepared for
him?”

To my relief, I don’
t think Donna is clued in to what is going on under the table, and heads back to the kitchen. Thank God for this tablecloth. It’s the only thing standing between Donna and my junk. Delilah tightens her grip on my now bare cock, and I feel my balls tighten. I just can’t hold on anymore. Just as I am about to come, Donna pauses and turns toward us. “Yes, of course. Just give me ten minutes to get that for you.  In the mean time, I will bring you some cake choices. Do want cream with those, too?” she asks innocently.

Delilah and I look at each other, her face blushing, my jaw locked, trying to contain my cock from going off like a rocket in front of this nice woman.  “Yes,” Delilah responds quickly,
“We both love cream!” 

I hear the kitchen door whoosh shut, and that’s the last thing I remember.  Lights flash in front of my eyes, and I hear nothing but the sound of my thumping heart. In a room full of sugar and chocolates, all I can smell is Delilah’s mouthwatering cherry blossom lotion. Have I died and gone to heaven?  No, I am in heaven here on earth, experiencing a crazy
, intense orgasm at the hands of my ideal woman. My girlfriend.  My Delilah. My… fiancée?
Shit! No, don’t even go there, Santino!

When I finally come to,
my head is leaning back against the wall, my body completely lax.  Still leaning my head against the wall for support, I turn toward this angel. All of a sudden, my crazy, wanton girl turned back into her shy counterpart, unable to look me in the eyes. I shake my head in disbelief. I let out a quiet chuckle at what she just did to me. She completely unmanned me…in a cake shop no less.  I lean toward her, grab her face a little roughly and kiss her hard and I kiss her passionately, trying to convey all of my feelings for her.  She meets me kiss for kiss and my dick starts to harden again. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her!

We finally pull apart, both of us out of breath. “That’s
some control you’ve got there, Boss,” she says humorously, but sounding impressed. 

“
More than you, LaLa.  And now it’s time to go. Pick your choices. Let’s get the hell out of dodge.  I have plans for us tonight.”

Delilah nods at me, knowing I mean business, and doesn’t question me. She meets with Donna one last time, gives her the essential details, makes all necessary decisions, hands her the deposit, and we are out of there within ten minutes. Ten minutes longer than I would have liked.
Just sayin’.

Delilah leads me out of the shop,
hand in hand. As soon as we hit the sidewalk, I pull her arm gently, careening her body toward mine.  I bend at the knees, wrap my arms around her waist, and scoop her up.  I kiss her languidly, and then start twirling her around in the air as she squeals in delight. No woman has ever made me this happy. I give her a chaste kiss on the lips, placing her down gently on the sidewalk.  I grab her hand and head toward Saks, taking back the lead. My rightful place. 

When we get to Saks I remind her that I need to check on my tux.
Okay, it’s a little white lie, but she doesn’t need to know that. I just need to run in to make sure the dress I ordered for her arrived correctly, and pay for it.  I am going to have it delivered to her apartment the night before the charity ball.

“Hey, Doll. Do you think you can get the car from
the valet while I run in quickly?  I should only be two minutes,” I ask.  I figure if I distract her with a task she won’t ask too many questions.

“That mean I can drive it home?”

I know she isn’t serious but I am caught off guard. I try to let her down gently.

“Um…huh?  LaLa, I have never let anybody drive my baby before. M
aybe another time.”

Delilah sticks out her lower lip in a pout and bats her eyelashes
at me. I am a goner.  “Please, Boss?” she says, running her hand up and down my chest, looking up at me with that puppy dog face. 

Her calling me “B
oss,” touching me sensually, and looking at me like that, is a heady combination.  My cock stirs in my pants and I can’t think straight.

“Shit! Fine,” I spit out before realizing that I agreed. She must have me in a motherfucking spell to get me to agree to this. “I’ll be right
back. Don’t go anywhere without me!”

“Never,” is all she says, but the sinister tone worries me.

I run into the store like a bat out of hell, making sure I get back to her before she has the chance to disappear with my baby. I’ll deal with my feelings and behavior later.

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I am such a hussy! 
I am in complete and utter shock. I mean, it went exactly as planned; I am stunned that I actually went through with it.  Moreover, I am astonished that Mr. Control freak even let me.  But I must have done something right because here I am, waiting for his car while he checks on his tux, and then I get to drive it home!  That’s twice in one day I put a dent in his control freakery.  Will wonders never cease?

Nick walks out of the store at the exact same time as the valet pulls up in the McLaren. Figures.  Not that I was going to desert him here, but the look on his face when he ordered me to stay was classic.  The valet hands Nick the keys, and I pause for a second wondering what he is going to do.  He leans down and kisses me on the cheek, dangling the keys in front of me.

“Your chariot awaits,” he says, then places them gently into my hands.

“You are really go
ing to let me drive your baby?” I ask dubiously.

“I am
nothing if not a man of my word,” he says, proffering an honest smile.

“You trust me that much?”  I ask heartwarmingly.

“More than anyone,” he says and my heart melts into a gooey mess.

I stand up on my tippy toes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down toward me.  He is so big and strong that he doesn’t have to comply if he doesn’t want to, but he gives me what I want.  I lean my forehead against his and thread my fingers through his hair.  A few seconds later, I pull back mere centimeters and rub my nose
along his, down the side until we are tip to tip. I then run the tip of my nose back and forth against his, Eskimo kissing him. It is so gentle, so intimate, that I feel a lone tear slide down my cheek.

When I pull back, Nick’s eyes are closed, his arms covered in goose bumps.
I give him one more kiss, this time on the lips.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

I hand Nick back his keys.  Driving right now is the furthest thing from my mind. Besides, the fact that he was going to let me means more to me than actually doing it.

Nick holds the keys up.  “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Take me home, Boss.”

“You read my mind!”

And in case you were wondering… yes, a McLaren can go from zero to sixty in three point one seconds.

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