Chapter Seventeen #2
Her face is glowing from the dangling lights, making her hair look almost magical. God, she’s stunning.
I’m unable to hold back my smile, and it takes over my face in every way. “I’m here to take your order. What would you like?”
“Whatever you wanted.” She looks at me like I’m crazy, trying to figure out what’s going on.
“Be right back.” I push off the window and walk over to the stuff that I stashed here only a couple of hours ago.
Retrieving the gluten-free funnel cake, I put it on the paper plate I brought. Grabbing the powdered sugar and sieve, I powder it until there’s more white than golden brown dough.
Setting that on top of the clean warmer, I grab the small cup of strawberry dipping sauce I made earlier and walk back over to the window.
Daphne’s standing on her tiptoes, trying to see inside, but can’t because of how elevated it is. She leans back down as I approach.
Lowering the plate and cup down to her, I smile. “One gluten-free funnel cake and strawberry sauce.”
Her eyes burst with excitement and intrigue. “W-what? How?”
“What do you mean? From here, of course.” My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.
Her eyes sadden slightly. “Mason … while I appreciate that, I can’t eat it if it was made here. All of the cross-contamination?—”
I cut her off, “There is none. I made this at my house earlier and stored it here so you could have your own fair-food experience tonight. It’s safe. I promise.”
Her jaw falls as she stares up at me with unabashed amazement. “ Mase .”
“If you don’t want it, you won’t hurt my feelings at all,” I assure her, suddenly worried that this is all too much.
“Are you kidding?” she gasps. “This is the best thing in the entire world.”
My heart explodes, and the world around me seems to exhale with relief. “Good. I’ll be right out.”
Stepping back, I turn to find Mr. and Mrs. Hampton holding each other with tears in their eyes.
They are the most lovey people I’ve ever met, doting over each other constantly. It’s admirable.
“It’s beautiful, what you did for her. So thoughtful and sweet.” She swoons.
“Thank you.” I grin. “Could I grab my stuff from you guys tomorrow by chance?”
She shoos me out the back door. “Of course. Go have a great night!”
“Thank you.”
Hopping down off of the stand, I jog around and find Daphne devouring the funnel cake, powdered sugar decorating her lips. A deep blush creeps across her cheeks when she spots me, shoveling the next piece in her mouth. She licks her fingers clean, and it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Like it?” I ask teasingly, walking up to her and taking her purse and my wallet back from her, hooking her bag over my shoulder.
“If I didn’t hate you, I would have to marry you after this.” She licks her lips. “Best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
“Wow, and a compliment. I’m a lucky man tonight.” I grab my chest dramatically and lead us over to one of the empty picnic tables, trying not to freak out about the marriage comment. I’d be at the alter tomorrow if she wanted.
“Are you getting anything to eat?” she asks, sitting down across from me.
“I’m not very hungry right now. I might grab something later.” I shrug nonchalantly, looking away at two kids running like maniacs between tables across the way.
Crap. Can I tell her that I’m not going to eat anything here in case I get the opportunity to kiss her? I don’t want to risk having any gluten in my mouth.
As much as I love food, I am not letting it get in the way of this night’s potential.
“Mason?” My name is barely audible on her sugarcoated lips.
My attention flies back to her, and big, vulnerable eyes freeze my breath mid-inhale. “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
No joke. No humor. No sass. Just Daphne.
“I can’t imagine how frustrating it must be to have celiac disease.
Going to a dinner with friends or even wanting to grab something quick to eat must be a nightmare.
I just wanted you to be able to get the full experience tonight.
” My fingers twitch, wanting to reach across and take her hand in mine.
“And what else is included in the full experience?” Her lips tip up before she tears another piece off the funnel cake, dunking it in the sauce and popping it into her mouth.
“Oh, we’ve got a very tight itinerary, so you’ll need to eat fast. Lots to do.” I grin, looking down at her and wetting my bottom lip. “We have to ride a couple rides at least. That’s, like, a requirement when you come to the fair, isn’t it?”
She nods with determination. “Yeah, I think so. They might not let us leave unless we do.” She pushes her plate toward me. “Eat a piece.”
“As you wish.” I tear a small piece off and dip it in the sauce.
God, this did turn out really good. And it’s somehow still warm. I owe the Hamptons a big favor for helping me pull this off.
“You finish the rest. It’s for you,” I murmur and push it back to her.
She eats the last couple of bites before dipping her finger in the sauce. It drips on her chin as she lifts it to her lips and sucks it clean, taking her finger fully into her mouth.
My dick twitches at the sight of the imagery that forms in my mind … of what those pretty lips would look like wrapped around me.
Reaching across the table, I swipe my finger along her chin and wipe up the sauce. “Here, you missed some.”
She parts her lips, and I push my finger in her mouth. Her tongue swipes it clean, her eyes locked on mine the entire time, pupils dilating more and more by the second.
Her lips makes a popping sound as I slide it out of her mouth. Holding her stare, I slide that same finger between my own lips and savor the taste.
She sucks in a sharp breath and wets her bottom lip.
“All finished?” I ask her softly, and she slowly nods, the tension between us drawing tighter.
Grabbing the plate and disposable cup, I stand and walk over to the trash can, adjusting myself in my pants, and toss the garbage.
Turning back to her, I find her standing and staring at me with a ferocity I’ve never seen. Delicately, she reaches down and scratches the outside of her thigh, gradually lifting the hem of her dress higher and higher.
Her eyes darken, and her lips tip up as she looks at me sensually, the fabric bunching further up. She wets her bottom lip with her tongue before biting down on it.
My cock twitches, and something in me snaps. I stride over to her in three steps, towering over her and looking straight down into her hooded gaze. “Are you trying to get me in a fight tonight?”
She purses her lips and grins innocently. “What do you mean?”
Lowering my face over hers, I groan, snaking my hand around her waist. “Everyone else here isn’t going to keep their eyes and hands to themselves. And the second anyone approaches you, I will put them on the ground because no one is touching you, baby.”
She rolls her eyes playfully and crosses her arms, pushing her tits together until they squeeze out of the top of her dress. But she doesn’t pull away from me. “Don’t call me baby.”
My eyes fall to her lips of their own accord. “What would you prefer? Doll? Babe? Bad girl?” Her eyebrows twitch, and I lower my voice, speaking right against her plump pink lips. “Good girl?”
Her lips part, and she tries to speak, but nothing comes out.
“Don’t worry. There’s time for us to figure it out. No rush.” I brush the conversation away and throw my arm around her shoulders, guiding us to our next destination.
Turning my head and leaning down, I breathe her in and whisper into her ear, “What about”—I pause—“ my good girl?”
She stumbles ever so slightly, but I catch her and steady her as a deep chuckle vibrates out of me.
“That one. Got it .”