Painting Him Mine

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

MAURICIO

Ezra insisted on taking photos of my cake from every angle before he’d allow me to cut it. My ego purred over his effusive praise for my skills in making Korean buttercream flowers that looked real. He was also extra adorable in his pajama pants with red and pink graffiti grunge ink hearts.

“It feels like you brought me the most beautiful bouquet in the world that’s somehow edible.” He snapped a few more shots with his phone. “The artist in me thinks it’s too pretty to eat and wants to watch you make these incredible flower petals. But my sweet tooth is ready to dig in and see if they’re as delicious as they are gorgeous.”

“There’s only one way to find out.” I held the knife over the cake to cut it.

“Okay, one more.” He took a final picture before he gestured for me to continue.

“How big of a piece do you want?” I cut into the spongy cake before moving to make a second cut. When he said nothing, I prompted him. “More?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please!”

I cut his large slice and laid it out on one of his blue-glazed plates. While I could bake more elaborate cakes, it was a simple three-layer vanilla cake with buttercream frosting. Since he had mentioned eating the vanilla cake pop at the café the day before, it seemed like a safe bet without knowing his other preferences or allergies.

Ezra oohed and aahed over the layers, taking more pictures of the inside and the slice on his plate. I cut a piece for myself before putting the rest in the fridge for later. We carried our plates over to his kitchen table and made ourselves comfortable.

He wiggled in his chair with excitement, like a little kid at their birthday party. I waited for him to take his first bite to see if he liked it. His reaction didn’t disappoint when he closed his eyes to savor the flavor with a moan. “Oh my god, Mauricio .”

I was incapable of physical arousal after our previous rounds of fun, but I still responded to the sensual way he moaned my name. It was satisfying to watch him have a semi-religious experience from eating my dessert. “I’m guessing you approve?”

He sucked on his fork after taking another bite with a moan. Clearly, any future cakes I baked for him would have to be enjoyed in private. I would have pounced on him if I wasn’t down for the count.

“If you hadn’t worn me out earlier, I’d be coming in my pajamas from how incredible this tastes. Wow . Do you have any idea how much it’s blowing my mind that you created an edible orgasm in dessert form?”

His choice of phrase made me laugh. “I’m glad it meets with your approval.”

He cut off one of the pink roses and heaved a contented sigh. “This is officially the best cake I’ve ever eaten in my entire damn life. You are an absolute master. No wonder fate loves you and your impossibly delicious cakes.”

“I’m sure you’re exaggerating.”

He shook his head. “I may be prone to hyperbole, but I’m one hundred percent serious right now. I’ll prove it to you tomorrow.”

I waited to respond until I had enjoyed my cake. It pleased me that the sponge had turned out so light and moist. “How are you planning on doing that?”

“You’ll see.” His impish grin was quite alluring. “I can promise you’ll enjoy it.”

While I burned with curiosity, I told myself to be patient. “I’m looking forward to whatever you have planned.”