butt—with a flour handprint on it. He really liked that. One was an erect penis. She’d made that cupcake extra big, which definitely made Grant chuckle. And the sixth was clearly a pussy. He would bet a million dollars it was cream filled too.
He quickly reached out and snagged that one. He actually wanted to keep them all to himself now, but he was certain Dax wasn’t going to let that happen.
“Tell me it’s cream filled,” Dax said, clearly thinking along the same lines.
Grant bit into it, then turned the cupcake to face Dax. “Of course.”
“That”—Dax informed him, pointing at the cupcake—“is awesomely naughty. I love it. Whatever you did to that girl—and I have a general idea and don’t need details because I need to face her at the bakery later, and I don’t want to be blushing and stammering—was well done.”
Grant shook his head. He’d just barely kept from groaning out loud over that first taste of Josie’s cupcake. Much like the night before. “When have you ever blushed and stammered?”
Dax shrugged. “Picturing Jocelyn Asher, sweet, smiley, always upbeat baker extraordinaire, letting you do things to her that led to pussy cupcakes in the morning? That might do it.”
“Pussy cupcakes?” Oliver walked in just then. “You’d better mean cupcakes that are shaped like cats. Piper will never let us introduce a porn line of baked goods. Though that would be awesome. We could sell online only.” Ollie’s brain had clearly started spinning already. That was common. A single sentence, a simple mention of something, and his imagination would take off. “It would be kind of a secret, off-menu thing that only our special clients know about and people only find out about by word of mouth.”
“No.” Piper, their executive assistant—who was five years younger than the youngest of the partners and five times as bright, or so it seemed—breezed through the doorway a second later. “Absolutely not.”
“It could be huge,” Ollie said.
“No,” Piper said again, handing Grant the files he’d asked for when he’d passed her desk earlier. “No pussy cupcakes.”
Ollie sighed and looked at the guys. “Told you.”
“I’m totally giving that idea to Zoe,” Piper said with a smile. “She can have a special off-menu, word-of-mouth-only line for bachelorette parties and gag gifts and such.”
She turned and sashayed out of the office. Piper almost always sashayed. It was part attitude and part the way she dressed. The pinup girl skirts and dresses, the heels, the bows and scarves, the glasses, the lipstick… it just all seemed to call for sashaying.
“Dammit,” Oliver said. “My great idea, stolen right out from under me by female empowerment. Typical.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Grant said dryly. He was certain Ollie did not, in fact, feel bad. No one was more dedicated to their company and its growth and well-being than Piper. If Piper had thought that was a good idea for them, she would have looked past any misgivings she might have had about the actual product and encouraged it. “Jocelyn made these cupcakes. If Zoe wants a line like that, she’s already got the idea and the best baker in town.”
“Best baker in town, huh?” Ollie asked, dropping into one of the armchairs. “You’ve sampled a lot of baked goods in this town, then?”
They all knew that was not the case. Whether they were talking about actual or figurative baked goods. Grant had no intention of dating anyone—or sampling anything from anyone—in Appleby. Of course, that had been blown to hell the minute Jocelyn fell into his arms.
“No,” he answered. He put the rest of the pussy cupcake into his mouth. Damn, it was delicious. And he wanted Jocelyn again. Right now. As badly has he had before.
“So you’re just assuming that Jocelyn is the best?” Ollie asked.
“You don’t have to try all the cupcakes to know when you’ve found the best ones,” Grant said.
He heard a snort to his left, and he glanced over to find Dax grinning.
“What?” Grant asked.
“You’re almost kidding around,” Dax said. “And it’s not even ten a.m. I feel like we all need to start the day with Josie’s pussy cupcakes.”
“No.” Grant said it firmly. More firmly than needed.
Dax lifted a brow and looked at Ollie. “What if I called her up right now and said, ‘Hey, Josie, I’d love some more of your pussies?’” Dax asked.
Grant knew Dax was messing with him. He knew the other man was just poking at him, trying to get a reaction. He knew Dax was expecting a certain reaction, in